petrel}

I don't know what this would fall under. It's kind of prose/poetry
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My love, I long to tramp the snowy track with you;
hearing the icy crust crunch beneath our boots and
the frosty stars shining clear and bright in the winter sky;
Orion, cock-eyed, against his distant brothers.
The moon's silver-grey shadows drift across snowy fields while the onyx dark covered us in understanding.

Our gloved hands clasp in unspoken sympathy: cold cheeks, icy noses, warm lips...
Oh, my beloved! if only I could know your chill-warm embrace as the snow falls on our heads.

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A man's subconscious self is not the ideal companion. It lurks for the greater part of his life in some dark den of its own, hidden away, and emerges only to taunt and deride and increase the misery of a miserable hour.

P. G. Wodehouse, Uneasy Money

pharseer

I think it's poetry. Just depends on how flexibly your willing to define your poetry. There's plenty of prose/poetry out there.

That aside...it's really good. I liked it immensely. It did seem like you got sloppier about line breaks at the end of the first stanza and in the second stanza, tho.

I think the last line looks/reads better if you break it at "covers us", and the 2nd stanza could be broken into shorter, more evocative lines. But it's definitely good!

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That which could hunger, could starve. - Octavia Butler