The Lover as Unexpected Glaciologist
Our bed is a river of ice, cleaving
more & more every day.
I am in a cave deep inside, without
even a penguin to keep me company.
more & more every day.
I am in a cave deep inside, without
even a penguin to keep me company.
When will he return? When will I get to cast my stories on the walls?
All I want sometimes, is for him to breath into my neck & tickle me deep.
All I want sometimes, is for him to breath into my neck & tickle me deep.
Instead, his tremulous hands fill me
with an undying dread. No matter how many eons pass or where we flow, he never asks
how I got here, what my geology can reveal.