Taste it...
The compelling crease of icy love dripping down her face...
…reaping over her skin…
made of stone

she is bleeding it…
the ice that melts and forms of crystal crevasses
she is needing it
…the way you’ve never known love before

kiss her frozen lips
harder than stone
stronger than rocks beneath your shoes…

…feel how roughly hewn those memories have become…

of her dead lips
never knowing life

of ragged rips
those recent signs of strife

taste the crags in the marble…
trace them with your own softness, in your lips…
…I know you want them…
and blunt the winter with your tongue… the way you never dared look her in the eyes

stand on the angel by the grave…
step on her guardian soul
for had you stepped in her heart…
… the print would have sunk deeper than you…

and you are gone

beyond
her
grave