Hold me like the winter holds the earth,
strong and without permission.
creeping into every crack,
until the ground forgets it ever belonged to spring.
Hug me tight.
The way roots grip the ground before the storm.
desperate and wordless,
knowing the wind is coming to tear everything apart.
We have no right to this warmth.
But in this space between heartbeats,
nothing matters, except for this beautiful weight of being known.
Let silence be the only words between us.
Because words would make it real.
And real things can be taken away.
Let time forget it has somewhere to be.
Let it stand still at the door like a guest.
Not ready to interrupt something it will never understand.
It is wrong in all the right ways.
A season that should not exist.
A flower pushing through frost
that has no business being beautiful.
And yet...
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