White Jasper–Michael Erickson, Guest Barista

White hearts held in cold hands,

Press hard against the smoothness.

What have I done to call thee?

Upon your frosted skin I kissed you,

Where autumn meets it’s end.

There our love grew, lived, and died.

White bones now smile.

-M.E. Inkowl

Read more of Michael’s writing at The Ink Owl

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