365 Poems – 138 Bride of the North (Rough First Draft)
Bride of the North
We live deep in the North,
and never forget to breathe
We heal ourselves from illness
with pine sap, bark and water
from the mountains.
While you sleep into mid-morning,
I study colours of the season,
and stay quiet, while trolls sleep
where the fields overlap with the forest.
Our kisses are undemanding. I reveal
myself to you, and you take me
in a few fluid motions.
We are making something beautiful,
here, deep in the North.
Afterwards, silence holds my knuckles
in cool bread dough, and I push
harsh memories of what was before
under the door and into the night,
where they will be gone before morning.