waiting for the thaw
“it’s the winter of our disconnect” - juke
slushy waves
under a cold moon
tiny icicle fingers
pressing into the tender flesh
under my breast,
ice cube toes in the
heat of my thighs
‘warm it up, kid’
blanket shranket
sister didder
winter dissed her in
slow motion
until completely frozen
waiting for the thaw
patient like the earth
whose spring rush
comes in a gush
faster faster,
flood
then it’s done
and we go on
as before
