Lust and the Forgotten
Sun
East, a rumor
Of warmth-light grays the horizonThen succumbs beneath
Our tilted orb’s brittle shadow.
Venus on the hard horizon
A spark of white-coldThrough the shimmering
Viridian aurora.
Venus in cold marble.
His breath
Snows to his feet.His spit cracks,
Tinkling shards of glass
Before the toes of his boots.
The planet rolls beneath him
And he walks only to stayUnmoving. Footprints recede
Over the vitreous
Surface like the blackly foaming
Turmoil of ocean salt
Behind an icebreaker
Crushing the obsidian
Cold of an unbending Arctic dark.
Now that was cold--what you said. (like it!)
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