Death: A Mouth

This memory's as thick

As all the blankets

You entrapped me in

To pepper up your words

You wrapped and drowned me

As I blazed away each letter

To the seasons

Hot without a reason

Just to burn a phrase

You always found me.

Bidden by the tremors 

In the bedroom

Teasing empty freedom

Nothing fluttered out

Or crushed the time

As time and time again

You rolled the skein

And then again

You nestled in to craft

An ugly little rhyme.

Throughout the ebb and wane

Something trembled

As you kissed

The open mouth of death

And made our death a mouth

So from the swells

Of spindled ice

To roll me free this wool

I'll slick my shoes

And gently sail this island south.