sipping on hot chocolate
in the middle of summer
the burn in my throat
reminds me of how you set my fingers on fire
(soul unwired)
one touch was never enough
hands would frenzy, ravage, take
but my legs would always shake
my teeth would chatter
as if predicting the chill about to bite
your presence was my sweater,
a security blanket
summer has never felt so cold,
bones have never felt so old
call it a casket of snow
time loses meaning
when everything is at a standstill
the blood doesn’t flow
properly anymore
brain and heart deprived
selfishness caught frostbite,
we were forced to amputate
lack of precision - due to numb hands
caused the blade to dance
and cut off a hell of a lot more than that.