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ConsummationI found my wedding bed in the snow
Without my father to give me away.
The wind lifts the fog like a veil,
While bare willow branches beckon and sway.
The wind whispers and bites my face,
And teases my hands and hair.
I lie on my back and sink into the snow,
And watch my breath vanish into the air.
I’ve cast off my gown, for it holds no warmth.
My flushed skin fades to blue.
I lay splayed as snow falls like petals,
Waiting for my bridegroom to return anew.
Seized by a cold embrace, I gasp and writhe.
Our witness is the moon, stained red.
At last, with one last breath I find release
As it gathers and shrouds my head.
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