Frost in Our Last Kiss

for each embrace, seems i’m
roped in with first snap
of frayed leather,

whether by way of mumbled
curse or some strange
magnetic force,

or bottomless

i’m stamped here helpless n’
heavin’, hardly even

barely beatin’ against
a bounty chest,

tin heart protests molten
body’s outer surface

and if cooler head prevails
i’ll be the frost in our
last kiss .



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