hypothermia of mussels, or untitled
Footprints walking our snowy, sandy place
The silence, oh, how she makes it nimbus —
The waves unchanged after falling snow crown,
Someone else in you and I; remember — ?
I look for the heart of these ebbing shells.
The cleanup of sea froze to this blizzard.
In my mouth, her hair — tongue stirs minuet
Through silver glitter of ice, nor'easter.
Like a whipped fish hanging onto a dock,
Through a tipping sun in your Aqua eyes,
Like the snow — a chilly buoy's heartthrob;
Will the ocean between us melt in time — ?
Another white wing like frost from seagulls
On frigid beach's body; letters traced —
Within the surf, our names' wipeout; and still
Winter goes without us, in snow and gray.
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