Frosted like snow

by Skyfire   Feb 27, 2021

We were floating away,
ethereal like the shimmer of sun
before snow,
gold glinting on ice.

The laughter caught
in our hands
and warmed our fingers
sticky like sugar.

The smell of yeast and cinnamon
floats lazy
on the February sky
and the sugar drips
from our tongues.


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