Bitter/sweet

Sundays are for ice cream...

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at the advent of (more) adversity

I love this
dark certainty of coffee
but with cream so soft it
frames the bite
a kiss with teeth
but gentle teeth

This season of cold sorrow
still has fur and 
powder snow to line the
edges of a cave 
or rim the drink
bloom smoke from winter’s icy hearth
a frost-ringed heat

You sigh and hold me
interrupting care with
comfort 
skin to skin 

we are so helpless
yet
together

Breath like prayers 
or

chocolate
bitter/
sweet

~ Lynn Lundell, ©2026

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