achingly cool stance

he dogfights through snowy patches
for the chill chance
to sock his ropy limbs
in the overwintering currents
every expression has an appropriate scarf
had we forgotten our gloves
retaining cryptic coloration
fingertips hardened and blue
when the wet of the air reduced
suspending ice crystals
he grabbed my hair in his hands
and crushed the hues silent

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