Literature
Little Bat
Sudden silver snowfall rushed the ground,
Cold lips warmed me amidst the hiss
Of icy petals, winding between us
Caught my eyelashes, your glasses
Our umbrella.
Winter burned through my nose and lungs
My arteries pounded like a drum circle
The sound of blood filled my ears
It was then, I realized
You heard me too.
A thousand moments from there
Frost is scorched by summer
My blood is bitter with sun
Our tempers spark the air
I wish for snow.
Later, you will wrap your limbs around me
The cool night will soothe our wounds
We'll bed our tempers with the heat
As you curl around my bones, I'll ask
"Can you hear my blood?"