- Vol. 03
- Chapter 06
I cup your cocoa hands. Dripping Eyelid-kisses melt like ice. We rub The late-night embers in our cheeks, Open our eyes to twinned morning-smiles Rising, stretching like sloths In the warm, honeyed morning. I watch the sun-glad pools Glisten in your eyes and feel how easy Summer comes about The sweltering thighs, the beaded neck and collar. Still, we linger
for a humid mind. The air chokes on the question - how will I warm your ice-cracked hands when the leaves melt, And the roots stretch south, and we are caught In winter?