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“Starless, smooth and polished,
the sky is a wide onyx set into
the rough bronze of bare trees.
It inhales amber, exhales
woodsmoke, its breath sweet
and ashy and pungent. Thick
trunks and thin branches hover
over, warming their hands
against the February chill.
At the tree line, far from me, you
are a silhouette on the other side
of burning. You prod the bonfire,
blood orange and amethyst,
until embers fly; tiny red feathers,
bright and silent.
At the edge of a northern forest,
I wait, knowing that beneath wool
and denim you are the curve of a
bicep, the steady work of lean hips,
a rigid expanse of belly; your bare
skin a warm and distant shelter.”

– by LittleRedWildflower

NSFW: yes

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