Spoiler
Meanings wear words like you
wear clothes to hide your greasepaint skin,
whispers draping falling glaciers
rising to stifled breaths,
just enough to mimic still life, even as the
latex peels.
With fingers dipped in wet
new skin, retracing jutting curves
smoothed just enough by this stuttering sun,
just enough
to keep the cold at bay, I would
strip away the layers and wash
the folded ice flows with my lips and
tongue, taste the cold that brings the
raw and barren things behind it
that is you.
I would not thaw your form
with wordless meaning, not with
shapes unlike your own;
I would lead you out into the sun,
to melt each evening.
note: this was a collab with a friend of mine!!!!
