If A Musicbox Was Cold Language
... I live then by the cold while in Summer
Would that I could back these places in time —
Even its iron still buried in ice
There on my skin, the buttoned September.
— Tongue chases the buds from my kiss's frost
The invisible meltdown in air rushed —
...She's been sustained, said cold's innocent glow.
Time will return the eyes from long ago.
...One crystal box that came once of the girl —
There the windows in the dark coming to.
...Every dance, I remember your moves,
As claustrophobics will never see me —
...The center of someone else — on how she
Falls evicted; glass breasts; midst of freeze twirl.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2024
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