A Winter's Tale

When over the icy row, I see
you standing, heavy huffing
from running under the blue moon's glow,
you see me.
It smacks you into a wow and
my mouth curls, O.

Crisp under foot, the rest
is smoke signals.


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Before You Go

dance the lonely tarantella
with a step to the side and a love
to your right swirl in orange bask in
the ride with the soft shimmy of a
heart in your foot, a knowing in your
thigh dance the tarantella my dear
with a shallow click, violent twirl in
your step-
and I’ll bet-
while I’ll dance to remember this
you’ll dance to forget.


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Ink

I sometimes dream
I disintegrate to grey
and hide in your thumb,
press hard on the surface to
leave a bruise, the
inky purple of my
leaking pen,
because I couldn’t have
written you better myself.


Stephanie Christodolou