• the cold of winter sinks into my bones
    the ribcage in which you have made your home
    dionysian love pangs through astucious eyes
    to acerbic sanguinity, this heart's wise.
    a red light, a black wound, and shortened breath
    strangle with grace what meaning I had left.
    you embrace me tight with those scale-clad coils,
    bathe gently my sorrows with finest oils.
    rather than hang in suspense, let me know;
    cut me down, let me rid you from my bones.
    i dream and dream of awful things all night
    till i bury you, i wither from sight
    free me of this disease that plagues me so
    if you've such an aversion, let me go.