Re: "Spring is Sprung and I Have Not”

I understand the need to find my footing in a world that does not yet exist.  

An icicle world where touch isn’t tantamount to feeling  

A world where cold heat comes from breath and not lips  

Where cognac sips don’t drip into silk calloused backs scratches  

Where molasses words don’t transmogrify into honey-melt-tongues-inside-my-ear

I still long for those illusive hums of presence sans desire  

Without temperamental fingers unwelcome and un-required  

I will never unfreeze from one-sided fever dreams of colonies and bodies 

I said never, so no please don’t T r y 

Old New worlds ahead 

Flag pluck hair pain pang in skull  

This snow body of mine does not exist outside of myself  

And the mere thought of conqueror summers and knee drops makes me vomit frost 

Still, I only wanted better for us, just proximity and iceberg rust  

Not dull but rounded, not conquered but unkempt in winter, thus  

I stay trying to find my footing in a world that does not yet exist  

And so I slip And so I slip And so I slip