a skeletal finger
writhing through the cold
transparent mist
of our visceral routines
(heart pumping
translucent
blood flowing
lightless
warm)
it comes from pain
pain produces it
suffering infuses it
with little crystal shards
of fragmented dew
ah the evening dew
that makes me sigh anew
at every glance
given or taken
it comes from pity
mercy inspires it
thanks and gratefulness
fill it up
paradoxically icy water
engulfing icepacks
from within
an instant's gaze
give or take
and the tongue is inverted
the eyes rolled
like thunder
white and terrible
white
and terrible
like a new notebook
a beautiful bunch
of papers strung together
prettily immaculate
defiled with the first drop of ink
here here
have a peek
give some take some more
charity or mercy courteousness or politeness
crunched ice rises like carbon dioxide
If love be different to lust it is in this,
That lust is hot like red iron melting the snow,
While love is cold like butterflies and moths,
And moths in the dank cellar of forgotten wines.
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