i like you in your thursday cool wear
and his eyes also speak,
such is the poet boy that he is,
i am the nihilist in love
that you have always dreamed of-

coffee cream eyes emplore
trust me, trust me,
the rose in the rain feeling
cold curled cat position
hiding from sun streams
will brush off your warmed skin
like pollen litering the spring air
in a windswept glory of change, freedom
and we'll coil and twirl our fingers,
twine, twist, bend, contort our bodies
press our hearts together and this convoluted
world will burst, bloom open
in a vibrant sad green of after thunderstorms,
pleasant and cool

my bony wrist in his large hand
went numb from the slight increases in
pressure, his words
pulpitating

and i became the ice queen in his
ode to the altruist,
setting myself on fire and leaving,
alone,
made of yellow winter snow