in the snow, in mid-embrace
were pricked
by thorns: beware the carapace.
I am warned of you at night,
have lost you by the morning light;
was that seminal flight not ours but far,
far away in other worlds
and long ago, and
did we then hallucinate
the roses in the snow?
© 2010 Charlotte Merrill Jensen
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