I was prey to him,
fighting against his bare
teeth, white and diamond -
like

I was less than a jewel,
less than a girl bending
under the quiver of
his sharp nailed fingers

the arch of his back
stretching out
above me

I am frozen solid,
an iced over lake
somewhere between
two mountains

I do not thaw at his
touch, I am winter -
set, swallowing salt

that rises to the top of
an ocean, a blue mass
spreading

covering the Earth,
and me, wet with
regret

shaking below his
chest, consumed
by his cigarette
stenched kiss

his thunderous hands,
holding me to
ransom