8
Boreal
by Regina Guisto
She is winter she is
she'll grab your skin and nibble with fresh teeth
a curious dog descended from wolves who once knew the heat of blood
the way it slips from your lips
a scratch, rabid
black talon-branches grab for your skin
a hint of despair
a hint of need, animalistic in its display.
It’s the wind that bites
a thousand arrows let loose by artemis, not missing you once
She has the aim of a thousand angels behind her. clear eyes unfogged by snow.
she doesn't melt the flakes, she exists separate from them.
You should stay inside the weatherman reminds you every hour. Declaration
gone unheeded you seek out your desire sinking your tires into slush the ice is
covered by mush. Such so that your car sweeps sideways, windshield glazed
over with frost. All is lost , costing you some time in a ditch
And you won't be alone for long because you know she's there. Out here, with
the cold stars behind her