Mistress Ice

She appeared to me first on a crisp winter’s eve

black veil, lace frayed and scented of forest pine

barefoot and wild eyed

distracted by amber dusk hue we both

 

Yet there was mischief in her step

I did not feel her fingernails grip my arm

I did not feel myself slipping

 

I saw her narrowing eyes squint from where I lay

“how easily you succumbed, I only meant to play”

Smashed skull, hair matted damp

I lay alone by the frosted street lamp

Gathered stones

Did I ever tell you that I collect gems

and once with a discerning eye

like a crow diving for gutter foil

it was fake shimmer I couldn’t pass by

 

I pressed my hopes on a diamond cut

deeming it worthy to treasure in hand

but watched in dismay as it crumbled

into grey lustred grains of sand

 

Sift carefully the gathered stones

with tarnished imperfections to feel

treasure them as old friends

for they are in truth the most real

Gone

 

Your ghost has gone

No longer the taste of arsenic-laced  lips

with treacle sheen

your searing salivary residue

wiped away

 

Where pyrotic solvents once burned

an acid hole deep within

calming enteric salve now soothes mucosal chasms

 

The antacid of time

The tree’s lament

And what of my life as a tree

Were you there to gather the dried leaves

when they shook free?

Were you there to place soil

when my roots were bare?

Gnarled ghastly by the sting of the frigid night air

 

Every spring you revelled in my richness of green

remarking such foilage you never had seen

Yet when fierce lightning tore branch from my core

You ran from my shelter

my lover

no more

Plutonium am I

Unstable, decaying

I began losing helium bullets

the day we met

my atom balance upset

my mind a neutron haze

 

Created from an exploding star

I wanted my half life to be

a

whole

life

with you

But you listened to the incessant tick tick of your Geiger insecurities

And you barricaded yourself deep

in a radiation proof shelter

for one

I am the "little armored one", moving gently through life. Hoping to safeguard my sensitivities with layers of words and the expression of thought. Shielding my mirror neurons at times, or tasting music and spinning till I'm dizzy. Every moment here is a gift.