COLD – Aldo Quagliotti

Cold


I’m cold when you walk in
defrost me with your breath
score your goal against my mouth
and may it be auroral breakfast
or tangled cuddles to unsnarl


my feet are glacial, past the afternoon
the evening iced up when you went grocery shopping
I race with the sun, lace up my hope
you appear with frosty eyebrows
and incandescent beauty


I’d love to tell you
the I’d melt so easily
if you dared to drink my shivering
if my sexy nickname was -
in the idle hours -
Venus of Willendorf

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