Day 2 - Haggard Hawks

So on this second day of napowrimo, the prompt has involved a lot of Twitter scrolling. Specifically, through the catalogue of obscure and rather wonderful words produced by the user Haggard Hawks. And I finally found a word I liked:

Glisk

Cinereal sky loom above anthracite veins, 

dappled with pearl light. 

Feel bite of razor wind; all bent double, 

hunched inwards to shoulder the chill.

You, curling into the crook of my shoulder -

as if to merge into one being.

Frigid hands creeping beneath cotton shirt; cuss under my breath at intrusion.

Noon before light breaks the barricade 

of slate - gentle caress of heat 

beating down; honeysuckle bright blade 

in the slim gap between clasped fingers.

They kiss me - taste of molasses; 

sweet and seductive as spring sun.