Eve
Carols and slow breaths
Bounce up from the cobblestones.
They settle with the
Silent fall of snow.
Every sash window is a
Cross-stitched forest scene:
Green and golden intertwined.
Feline dreams mingle
With soft evening aromas.
Pass me a paw and we shall
Break the wishbone.
Fingers sticky from hot nectarines,
Anticipation on our lips.
In the eye of a spiced wine whirlpool,
Glassy like a snow globe heart,
I stare deep and think of you.
Illustration by Adeline Zhao
