Tania Franco - winter tells

I think in the winter.
That was when.
cold and hot at the same time
wet and dry

blue lips and parka umbra of fur, soft
tongue flesh quivers grizzly blizzard, bite

breast petals curved peelings,        falling shaves
birth                   or
,                wake up

I know, know
but never . This

Winter tells that piercing hot becomes cold
blooming snow winter rose, two

roll , carpetgrass
over buried
lost root