Since it never snows here
let's put down
these imaginary snowballs
of defense,
my love.
Yes, already the icicles
are melting
from your long hair
and I'm thirsty enough
for you
to drink the woman-flavored
broth
that puddles at your feet,
as soon as my own iced blood
begins to pour long
and again,
like a hundred pound sack
of salt
pouring through one pinhole
of flesh
into your savory broth.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
Since it never snows here
let's put down
these imaginary snowballs
of defense,
my love.
Yes, already the icicles
are melting
from your long hair
and I'm thirsty enough
for you
to drink the woman-flavored
broth
that puddles at your feet,
as soon as my own iced blood
begins to pour long
and again,
like a hundred pound sack
of salt
pouring through one pinhole
of flesh
into your savory broth.
