There howls a winter, outside and in.
And in, a man holds a woman
His scruff tickles her scars
Where she collects hurts, some remembered, some forgot.
Both seeking their indestructible cores
Exposed by the wind or the sun
A rock left behind after all this ice has melted away.
Moths without a flame
Die just the same
So she lets him all the way in
Pours her softness and warmth onto him
Wraps her legs around his body and
Gasps because it hurts more than expected
When he touches a place far inside her body.
She rocks her hips back and forth
Gripping him with her thighs
Her hand slides from his chest
To his throat
He laughs and so
She slaps his face
I taste blood, he tongues.
I’m coming, she exhales.
They scream together
Into one another’s sweat.
She falls forward onto him
And in time loosens her grip on his neck
And his cock.
His clavicle trickles blood where a fingernail dug in.
They kiss and both wonder how deep a scar will be left
When this cruel blizzard ends.