Soapy heels

​The skins bore the brunt
Of the wicked winter sun
While forging through
A maze of redstone
A secluded paradise.

To leave, only to return
For wine, candles and
Roses in December
To leave, only to run back to
Where we came from.

The title of this poem is from the song “The Chain” by Ingrid Michaelson.


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