Snow

Snow

I’ve seen the snow

his white hand

over the river’s mouth

 

two fists beating

that drum rhythm

cracking resistance,

chipping resolve

 

– scattered teeth fragments.

I’ve seen the river’s tongue

beneath the frost, I long

to lie under it, curl up

 

to his salvia gland’s pillow

and watch the muscle move over me.

First published in Forge, issue 5.1 , 2011.

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