I remember you,
hot feverskin
against cold shiversnow.
I remember you,
iceblond and magnificient,
and you would hold
ice cubes in your mouth
before you put your tongue
against me,
and laugh around me
as I shook,
as I writhed,
as I reached for you.
You are distant
and lost to time,
and perhaps it is best that way,
my Danival,
that I will remember you
and never reach for you again;
this way you can remain perfect,
and I can pretend
I did not
have my heart broken by someone
even more frightened of love
than I.
