1.0Winslow Eliothttps://winsloweliot.comwinslow eliothttps://winsloweliot.com/author/winslow/In the Heart of an Igloo | Winslow Eliot | Author Metaphysician Teacherrich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="5LitPGrmaW"><a href="https://winsloweliot.com/2010/02/in-the-heart-of-an-igloo/">In the Heart of an Igloo</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://winsloweliot.com/2010/02/in-the-heart-of-an-igloo/embed/#?secret=5LitPGrmaW" width="600" height="338" title="“In the Heart of an Igloo” — Winslow Eliot" data-secret="5LitPGrmaW" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript">
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I have fallen in love again the winter brought me here on a boat of snow and slopes: I can write again. and the snow flakes have become fat and wet and press against my body like the tongue of a lover I went deep into the heart of the igloo and there you were: My pen. My paper. Heart into words. I have fallen in love again. Let me be the paper; and you the pen Take me – I lie passive as the storm rages outside Write me – I lay myself naked before you You are the One I am your Queen and your Slave.