Aged to Ice

The ice thickens,
A freeze over of my suckle,
Lips perched, snowy limbs I grab.
Sour indifference, I peel back,
Prepared to pucker
And instead lean forward
Hair scathed to disarray
Mouth yelping out
Surreptitious moans.

The world soon falls
To a happy decay
Fierce momentum, the swinging ceases
And tonight I streak alone.
Pressing deep, I taste disembowelment,
Nude in striking against the self;
But the self must feed
And the body does bleed
To sabbatical memories of Alone.

The mind unsounds
And stabs abound
There are no boundaries inside me.
The Glacier crackles, porcelain knuckles clench,
My eyes pinch shut, lids empowered:
“I can move Earth,” I scream.
My nipples perk to view the scene.
There is an abomination
In the snow.

The ice now thins,
A blizzard of melt away kisses
Lips twisted, broken limbs I triumph.
Euphoric bounce, I peel away,
Ready to slip away,
But instead I lean back,
Hair trampled to bloody strands,
Mouth yelping out to
Surreptitious moans.