When winter ends please place my heart into an empty ice tray
Wiggle it under water till it’s submerged
And then freeze it
I don’t want to thaw.
I want my love to stay as ripe
And preserved as it was the second before you
Parted your lips only after the kiss so you could say
It’s over.
And I felt the fractures forming then
Fissures I have sutured with tendons,
Capillaries that overflow
I don’t want you to see me now.
Pickled and afloat in jars and waiting.
I want the sedating touch of frost.
Seductive chills down bones.
I fossilize my love into stone.
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