Cold

Cold. Cold is the night when she holds your tender hands, kissing them with frosted tips. Cold. Cold is her heart, a marmalade of crystal ice. She sheds her cape of snow onto your shoulders, and it melted from your vice. Cold. Cold is the breath which vapors from your face. It benevolently led you…

The Visit

3.25.16 The city cold grasps onto the sunbeams of your exotic skin. clenching onto your teeth, tugging at the hair rooted in your mocha arms. a forced encounter with the parting season; I substitute for the coat your forgot to bring. You rest your head on the hills of my chest as I coo you…