In the midst of winter Apricity warms me bright sun
You are still there, aching, desire, in a gold-filled run
Rest on me face soaked stray light deep angled snare
Unzipped memories do you feel it heat our skin bare
When the sky is thin too cold and the air in us is gray
A little shaft of you circadian rhythms serotonin's ray
As a deep fog of you breaks invincible, summer high,
Stretching a light so soothing--close our eyes and sigh
In a fire, I, surrounded by the dead of a wind dark ire
Reach for me, coexist in the lowest low highest higher
I choose your face, lights a path, in a black rent dower
While ghosts moan & shiver, step in us bright shower.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 8:56 AM UTC
In the midst of winter Apricity warms me bright sun
You are still there, aching, desire, in a gold-filled run
Rest on me face soaked stray light deep angled snare
Unzipped memories do you feel it heat our skin bare
When the sky is thin too cold and the air in us is gray
A little shaft of you circadian rhythms serotonin's ray
As a deep fog of you breaks invincible, summer high,
Stretching a light so soothing--close our eyes and sigh
In a fire, I, surrounded by the dead of a wind dark ire
Reach for me, coexist in the lowest low highest higher
I choose your face, lights a path, in a black rent dower
While ghosts moan & shiver, step in us bright shower.
Sometimes I feel that random stray of sunlight strand of light soothe inside me and soak within a deep memory I am unaware, but it settles us, feeds us, breathes in us, and in the lonely end of winter, promises us a something new or else to come. Apricity
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