The western mountains snow
Is pink as petals.
The flower of the sky is powder blue
And brighter softer gold
Above the shadowed buds
Where the sun will bloom.

I clasp these thorns
To my heart.
Dream of your fingers
Digging in this skin.
I crave your florid mouth,
Nipples blossoming,
The vase my stalk would burst within.

C'est ma vie en rose
Dans le nord froid
Ou nos coeur sont chaud
Et vos levres mon pain sont.

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