"What's the world for you if you can't make it up the way you want."

-Jazz, Toni Morrison


Winter Solstice

Winter Solstice

I slept stupid last night.
I crumbled the blanket and made a divide
Between me (the log torso) and you.
Some point after midnight, but before four,
When January rattled the window pane
And February rustled the wood,
I turned and faced you,
Swan back, arm extended over your head,
One across your brow—
A twisted Venus.

I was still, I listened--the long curves
Of your slow back spoke dark mahogany—
I kissed the shadows nestled in them;

Men dream of such a winter solstice.
And these tired sheets, billowed by cold squalls
Were content with long nightfall.


Jeremy Meserole has been an English teacher for the past two decades, teaching creative writing, global literature, and British and American literature. He lives and works in northern New Jersey.

Cover photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

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