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

during winter.


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.