Christmas
with an ex-lover
is spent whenever
there’s time to spare,
so today I invited you over,
with the promise of friendship
and fire,
hoping for kindling wood,
but the flames are merely embers,
like the Sun in its tepid glow,
forsaking us much too soon
on this shortest day of the year.
So I’ll make you Darjeeling ,
my darling ,
suddenly clasp your hand
into mine –
for gauging a glove size, I’ll say,
feigning I’ve shopping to do,
the warmth of tea and touch
creating such a beautiful lie.
Andreas Gripp
Andreas Gripp
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