boreas falls in love with a fire nymph


the north wind blows through my chiming mouth
and frost-webbed lungs fill and and empty and fill
again. oh bringer of winter, let me rise to meet you
with my hands of flame and embrace to create
an ocean, shallow in some parts where twelve
horses might ford, deeper in others where even
zephyrs might drown. on a coast of ice you will
breathe through me, your eyes frozen radiance,
our hearts a twist of elemental incandescence.

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