Snowing outside,
and in.

We pause—
winter’s broken-skin,
desperate lovers, and dry heat,
“how do you want me?”

Our breathing slows,
and so does time.
You touch my face,
skin flaking,
like falling snow—
but you only see the nature of it all.

Your left eye’s
ablaze,
iris in your amber, a swirling cosmos,
the darkest known living sun,
your imperfect edges
vibrating with foreverness,
telling the same story
in your hundred-thousand year hands;

We were the first two people
to ever fall in love.

finish inside.

-

I could never unlearn you
under the Mexico sun.