the hardening

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you are a stone,
coated in ice,
dipped in cement.

my finger glories
in the curve of your cold,

i think, “i will be the thaw.”

i offer my lips, but
you say they’re sour

i offer my thighs, but
you say they suffocate

i offer up my aching heart,
to free you from that armor.

but your edifice turns,
and grinds me into powder,

marveling at the beautiful snow.