Substitution

The damp isolation of this frigid February
dulls the usual charisma of each slippery step,
a confident stride transformed
by the weight that you bury.

No longer hiding behind fueled behaviours
that amplify the spectrum of one's emotions,
the sober awareness fails to console
without invented swaggers

If I could be suffocated by your body
injected into you with a compassionate ease,
it will still be addictive
but it will bring me some peace.