the perpetual cold of you
over much warmer climates
existing only a short walk away;
brushes with your still hands
over any other’s frenzied touch,
your skin so cold I’d feel warmer alone;
the attention of your frosty stare
over picturesque, rosy smiles,
despite the way it slowed my heart;
kisses on your clammy cheeks
over the full lips of the sirens,
even to the taste of your salty tears.
You turned me upside-down.