Snow Broth

since it never snows here
let’s put down
these imaginary snowballs
of defense
my love

yes, already the icicles
are melting
from your long hair

and i’m thirsty enough
for you
to drink the woman-flavored
broth
that puddles at your feet

as soon as my own iced blood
begins to pour long
and again
like a hundred pound sack
of salt
pouring through one pinhole
of flesh
into your savory broth

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