Winter’s Chill: A Short Poem

It’s a carnival crush, from arcades to archaic.
From bouquets to berated. Here, have my cardigan, love.
Carving initials into the bark, nicking the surface,
Spellbound by the hand-strokes your wrist made with cursive.
A first-time impressionist, to see your signature engraved,
Tattooing mended wounds to suggest I was okay.

Published by Cristian Leonardo Gajardo

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