Harsh Winter

Lovers are two noses,
tips touching in the cold,
“Eskimo kisses,”
(as the Inuit roll their eyes).
But follow me here.

Skin meeting skin,
the heat of breath exchanged,
the winged smoke that flies
from sighs in January air –

those are the things
that turn your belly
inside out.

Until you’ve rubbed
each other raw, of course.

Okay. Enough.
Go away now.


*Apologies in advance to the Inuit. “Eskimo kisses” are entirely a western misinterpretation of a cultural tradition, making this poem even more ironic. It’s not meant to be disrespectful.

Katherine Gotthardt

Katherine Gotthardt, M.Ed., writing concentration, has been writing, editing and teaching for more than twenty years. For the past ten years, she has focused on content development and content marketing. Besides being published in dozens of journals, Katherine has authored five books: Poems from the Battlefield, Furbily-Furld Takes on the World, Approaching Felonias Park, Weaker Than Water and Bury Me Under a Lilac. She has been nominated twice for Poet Laureate of Prince William County, VA.

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