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|Posted: Mon Jan 29th, 2018 09:05 pm||
|You come to me out of January
snow and when I ask
for a touch, you tell me all the homes
in Minnesota have dandruff.
You laugh until my mouth shelters
yours against the fireplace.
In the deep evening of my fear, I tell you
my needs keep me grounded
until I turn to stroke the whiteness
from your hair,
promise to have you home