Kay Too
By maudsy
- 1893 reads
I reach for you with hands
Shaped like fins
Nerveless I stroke your shoulder and
Attempt a sham show
Of affection but feel less than zero
Once my fingers sparked electricity
Caressing the arc of your collar bone
Or stimulated your vulva
Now they are little more than
Ice formed by ice
These hoarfrost lips that move solemnly across
Your mouth and breasts, softening
Your nipples with blunt
Splashes of novocaine drool are
Antiseptic to our different kinds of pain
Obstinately I paw at silken flesh,
Artless, searching for brush strokes lost
In darker places than this
Whilst your evocative scent evaporates
Beyond my mute, reconstructed nostrils
Sweet Christ when I confronted
Jacob’s savage spine
And uttered that vacuous
Cliche, I surrendered my senses
Far below the summit
“Because it is there” I bellowed beneath
It's frigid, trianglular shadow that
Beckoned me on without contempt
Or pity to embrace it's cold
Indifferent torso
They found me later
A stalagmite, and warmed what
Could be warmed
And brought me home to you
An icy breath on an angel's feather
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