You burned me with this winter in your heart
I am truly being burned.
This snow, is dark and white.
This is the most sublime bittersweet
I have ever tasted
in this café in the alleys between now and then,
between whiteness
and dark,
between roasted beans and nipples of the meadows
nights
with
crescent melting in your mouth
and a chocolate cooky
iced all in stardust.
You are there now,
in an astral poetry café
where you do not need to write poetry,
everything that you see,
Everything that you seep on
Everything that you say,
is versified on their own :
ethereal,
glamorous,
bereaved and blue
excruciating,
eye-opening,
emancipating
and the most human.
