I felt that ice pierce my chest
with heat in its breath;
it was like blowing out winter
and freezing to death.
Realize, I did my best.

Although no warm words
escaped, there was more heat
inside than Sol herself;
but it's impossible to meet
a breath that's formed in thirds.

It's a dream,
fogged in glass and cool,
artificial breezes that soothe
nonetheless; a jewel,
an oasis for my regime:

'cause no one wants to remember
what it was like to kiss
stone-cold fingertips with
un-wed sorrow and miss
the final drowning ember.