A Lonely Lover’s Winter Wonderland

She built a snowman
in the meadow, dressed him—wool
scarf, knitted sweater—
shivering. He offered pipe
between twig fingers
to heat numbing limbs. She kissed
coal lips. Lay naked
in hypothermic embrace
under pelting ice.


Day 9 of… technically not a Holiday Hooligan, but when you’re talking about having sex with a snowman…

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