know only as she tells
you . A swelling rose, buried
under a blanket of white. As
the snow melts all that's felt
are thorns poking out
from the ice.

She lets you
in, following the light
of a glittering star. But as far
as a star is. You'll climb a mountain
to reach the desert.

She lets you
chase her
until she captures you. And in
your arms lie a silhouette
of a brunette

She lets you
out, as a dress she’s overgrown
and can’t zipper up. You’re caught
in the teeth, halting to a
screech.

She lets you
stew, as sweaty clothes
in a plastic bag after you’ve
a few drags of her. You’re
suffocating in amour,
remembering when you were poor.