I found myself
snowed in with you.
I slept in your bed,
in week old sheets.
In the morning, I showered
with your boyfriend's soap.
You opened
the bathroom door;
your breath caught in your throat.
Your lips parted
at the starkness of my skin.
Later, we trudged through snow
until we reached the crossroad
where you held me
a few seconds longer
than you should have.
I realised
as you walked away
the intoxicating scent
of the three of us,
lingered on me.
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