02-08-2018, 04:04 AM
Slips of Frigidity
I spread my mittens as far as they will go
as I twirl upon softest blankets,
cleanest, brightened spangles;
frosty cutouts melt too quickly on my tongue
while crunches and squeaks under rubber treads
leave traces where I have been.
Confidently, ignorantly, I skip and dance
in false security atop those drifts of fluff,
then a knee, an elbow,
seering palms, soon remind me―
hey, there's asphalt under there!
I spread my mittens as far as they will go
as I twirl upon softest blankets,
cleanest, brightened spangles;
frosty cutouts melt too quickly on my tongue
while crunches and squeaks under rubber treads
leave traces where I have been.
Confidently, ignorantly, I skip and dance
in false security atop those drifts of fluff,
then a knee, an elbow,
seering palms, soon remind me―
hey, there's asphalt under there!
there's always a better reason to love