By Kaitlin Meilert

I can’t tell
if it’s the morning chill

          or your name on my lips

that sends my skin
to shiver.

          (I can neither
          sip you up
          nor spit you out—

                    you cling to me like fresh ink,

          hovering just above
          and beneath
          the surface.)

Either way,
winter is upon me.

 

Kaitlin Meilert holds a BA in English Writing & Rhetoric from St. Edward’s University. Her work has previously been published in the Sorin Oak Review. Kaitlin currently works at a tech startup in Flagstaff, AZ but continues to explore her creative side by writing and sharing her poems on her blog, Lady in the Pines.

Photo by Marcos Morales.