Thursday, 9 January 2014


It is bright outside
And still I sit in this dark.

The icy fingers of Winter
Tangled in my hair
And pulled me down
For one cold-tongued kiss.

I did not resist.
But after I spit out
The taste of his salt lips
And wiped my hands
Across my mouth.

It is still your warmth
I miss.

Manuela Cardiga

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