mystery in the mail

i am not the king of winter

but with a foot of snow

outside my door i know

inside the wintery white

of tenderness i am royalty

with you

and you are the snow angel with

a wing and a flirtatious hemline

winter white falls upon this metaphor

like white envelopes that appear

at  your door through the

mystery of mail

it is now earth*girl

but it is also now

when you read this

like happy hour

it is always now


and you are always

happy for me now

and the now when

you read this

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