she wants her fingertips to numb underneath the icewater,
then she can ease it down her neck, letting the water drip
across her skin like she hopes his breath will trace her spine.
suddenly he returned like the first fall breeze melted into
summer heat. Their shadows pressed together as he held
her back to his chest, teasing and cupping her hungry flesh.
the tree roots had deepened—spread and learned how
to embrace the dirt without shivering. She caressed his
branching fingers like moonlight finally landing.
her frozen fingers found heat.
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