ROMANCE Poem: That Summer, This Winter, by He Jiang

[About this poem: A seasonal love poem exploring bodily warmth, intimacy, and emotional quiet.]

That midsummer, we clung and rubbed close,
body heat sparked mosquitoes to a blaze—
not burned to ash, yet breathless, dazed.

This winter, rain drizzles soft and slow,
our hands entwine, you cradle my fall
in your supple warmth and tender glow.

No words are needed to span this expanse—
silence stretches, we meet in its trance.

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