Baby’s First Love


You guide me in shudders to a river made of rusting blood
and lay me down.

Your breaths are beings,
Twisting lazily into the riverbank,
like knife into flesh,
like fear

Look, barren forest defrosts-

Soft,
Hear the trees echo our cries of aching youth.

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