Behind the glass
is frigid ice and wind,
entwined in
silhouettes, shadows, and
the blue veins of
pale skin;
translucent marble,
a polished winter.
I am the First Eve.
Behind the glass
is frigid ice and wind,
entwined in
silhouettes, shadows, and
the blue veins of
pale skin;
translucent marble,
a polished winter.
