Snow

Love me like Gary Lightbody

tell me you are grown
                                             up
while you write only slightly
                                                          more
than mediocre poetry about me

crack the world between us
into tiny little planets that only
                                                               song
can express

make me 
                  run
like Carver’s peacocks
while the wild wind beckons
                                                         shrill
and forlorn outside the triple
                                                          glass

drag your icy fingers
down my throat ’til they
                                               meet
addiction
                   running
in bloody rivulets between
my breasts, then
                                   sing
us into oblivion or
                                      ecstasy
on the selfsame 
                                note

make them
                       wonder
who I am

© s rogers 2008

One thought on “Snow

  1. Really good work. I like it a lot.

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