Winter Love

if the shadows in the sky sing

today too then

I will open a window and

spit at the sun

till the petals die dry

one at a

time, and I will chew them

and spit them too

nice aim nice aim

can always be better

but why?

no answer required

just the singing

just the singing. shadows going

insane. it just will never

snow here,

and there won’t be my thoughts between your ears.

loveless love this winter too

where the urban lights dance at night

kisses on streets. sex during movies.

happens constantly. and cold

omelettes alone

seems like my thing now,

and keyboard and mouse accompany

rejected palms

with synthetic warmth

24/7

I long cool chaos to calibrate my soul

and shivering

water on skin. full sleeves without sweat

sleep without sweat

but the sun still burns.

hands hanging be damned

let it fucking

snow here

let things end. let some

warm ass sit on this lap and move wild

for a bit, then tickle my scalp

slanted on meat melons

or else

spit it out. spit it

out.

death be my guest.

winter love, I await

you.