its cold outside and i cant stop thinking about how warm your arms were last winter and the white breath you exhaled after inhaling toxicity and the hat you lost to the wind on the top of that bridge and your warm lips on my cold nose and how you told me that even if snow fell from the sky it wouldn't fall from the ground but you were wrong because since you left my worlds been upside down instead of right side up and i found your hat in the pocket of my jacket before i left it outside for the wind to take back and the toxicity left from you still resides inside of me and i think your arms no longer hold warmth

****

sin tastes like the back of your neck

he took the bottle of happiness
doctors prescribed to him
in order to wipe out the demons
inside of him
and emptied the pills onto his tongue
while tasting the metallic tablets
a gulp of water raced down his throat
the pills swam through the liquid
down to the boy's stomach
and lay there like a body in a coffin

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

One day I’m going to see your stormy, blue eyes again and they will flash with recognition of my face and I will try telling myself that seeing you again is not fate.