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Colder
He was six foot four, and forty-six
and even colder than he thought he was
James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks

Not that I cared about the other woman.

Those perfumed breasts with hearts
of pure rock salt.

Lot's wives-
all of them.


I didn't care
if they fondled him at parties,
eased him in at home
between a husband & a child,
sucked him dry
with vacuum cleaner kisses.


It was the coldness that I minded,
though he's warned me.

"I'm cold," He said- (as if that helped any).

But he was colder
than he thought he was.


Cold sex.

A woman has to die
& be exhumed
four times a week
to know the meaning of it.


His hips are razors
his pelvic bones are knives,
even his elbows could cut butter.


Cold flows from his mouth
like a cloud of carbon dioxide.

Hie penis is pure dry ice
which turns to smoke.

His face hands over my face-
An ice carving.


One of these days
he'll shatter
or
he'll melt.
Written by: Erica Jong

Book: Reflection on the Important Things