I saw your cold cadaver.
I embraced your cold cadaver,
and where we touched,
I burned.
You set me on fire
with cold,
like wet lumber,
like a wooden boat adrift
on the Arctic Ocean,
ablaze in ice.
You electrocuted me in your stillness,
thunder racing through the canvas
of my wear and tear.
You unified me
with my own deterioration,
no longer separate entities.
You reminded me of the death
I tried, wholeheartedly,
to deny.
You salted my wounds
as meat is salted to preserve.
