Love In a Big Cold City

not letting go
never so succinctly
no amount of coldness
described ice on the sink we
lived in then.

It was never clear to me
why the spiders came
but the webs they left
hang in my head,
draped with dread
in this cold city.

(sometimes you want to go insane/the pavement heaves and crack the same)

Water rises, ice calves
mentally recalling,
the history of coldness,
too clever by half.
spellbound by love,
your darkened mind
hung here in heaven
restless gods freed
from the alcove of death
and bread unleavened.