|2010 © Miguel Tinizaray|
Skadi rides the nor'easter to his door.
Wearing winter, she waits, before blowing it down.
She drops her baskets of icy pain on the table,
crazes his windows with her breath.
Arcing the room, she stretches
his mind with vacant cold, freezing his blood
by silver eyes flaked with dread.
"Is this what you asked for?"
Wind arrests the mountains;
the moon stalks frosted clouds.
The wolf marks the perimeter,
his mate's howl echoes the hoary valley.
Spinning disaster drifts higher.
His eyes gaze skyward.
He can't resist her.
As purple heartbeats fall,
the cougar growls, and
his grasp slips away.
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