Cold Days

She embraced her nakedness,
feeling some wrinkles summoning the sun
as if she could do another thing
apart from hibernating.

she and her dualisms
filled the morning with snow
and doubts.
her desire was still an abyss:
that longing for small deaths
and true collapses made her
more virgin and eager.

deep inside
winter was just a name
she tried to forget
whenever the mirror stared
at her body.

Karla Bardanza
http://karlabardanzapoems.blogspot.com
http://skycladatmidnight.tumblr.com
http://poeticpostcards.blogspot.com

For Baby Rainbow's contest - Winter