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That
Winter Game
Caps knitted in frosty stitches Gloves and mittens crusted stiff Fingers Noses Cheeks Burned red by cold
…best fort ever…
…sneak attack …
…ammunition … They stir a breeze in passing Daytime Outdoors Winter Children of the Tunnels Half frozen Exhilarated Heading home
A glimpse of Jamie Snowbound in her boots and scarf
Hi
Vincent A whispered greeting And a white sphere Rushes at him Almost fits Mostly fits Through the sentry’s peephole Surprise and self-defense Counsel retreat
Thwack Ice crystals splatter Silver-beard the golden stubble on his chin Slip to melting Down his neck Chilling trickles on his chest He grins Drying what he can
A muffled glee Left to tease She’s gone ~ Morning Below Everyone Gathered Straining Jamie’s chamber portal Her laughter ringing Louder than the pipes Rugs rolled to one side Her floor Whitened All snowy orbs She kneels on the bed Manages one word Half choked in chuckles
Vincent
Behind the crowd of gigglers Snuggled close to the accused Catherine smiles Confesses
…and me… for H |