fancy that!

my blackbird in a red coat
tweeting away behind glass
an undisturbed exhibit
till tap tap tentatively
parted in surprise her red, too lips
It’s you?! It’s you!

never had i expected this
oh but hoped, hoped the fae
would brighten one day
and so my ice queencess warms and glows
pale gold dust crowns cheeks
today, today, today

tucked into pockets
the offering immediate
(as if to reach, as always, reach
as the vines we were before)
and the joy, the silent, trembling joy!

her hands were warm like never before.

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