Hoar
This is the second of four small bodies of work, continuing on from Murderess. Of course, I know that after the murderess, should come the whore. You’ve got to love the English language.
Hoar
A passion of January,
Can you feel the lick of frost
seep to the joint?
Hear me whisper winter
in your ear.
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