I wondered if you were as cold

as your tight shirt claimed, and my goal

was to find out. You drank...

 

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I wondered if you were as cold

as your tight shirt claimed, and my goal

was to find out. You drank

less than me; I fell

in love quickly there

on the couch. I felt you.

We drank more and you got

easier letting me get close

to you. Dead

brain cells have killed

most of my memories

Your eyes.

I felt your heart

on my hand; dreams of you

were coming

true. I spoke of your

beautiful eyes and that I'd wait

for you. I'd give a pound of

flesh; closer to me

you moved. My desire

grew. hidden

from others. I felt your heat

as you whispered

kisses to my ear,

my neck... I stiffened, not sure

what was to come.

New faces appeared

in the crowd; we woke

from each others' sleep--too easy.

My friends slapped

my hand high-fives saying

I ventured to regions

unexplored by man,

melting your ice into wet

kisses. I soon came

back for you. Gone.

You returned and slapped

my face; your hand was cold.

The room was dead, staring

at us. I laughed for fear

of tears, wondering if

Frailty was your name. Not

likely with that crisp left.

Cross me up with your signs;

steal second, no parking, proceed

with caution. I was caught

stealing. I violated your

rules, your God, your frozen

soul--pure white. In that

tight shirt you took off

my fingerprints as evidence.

Goodnight sweet snow

princess. May you stay fresh

for your future. Years later, I slap

down words to remember as you

try only to forget a love that never lived.