'The Ice Man'
Where do I walk, now?
Two steps behind you. Lined up backwards
So if you trip I’m first to catch
Your fear flushed paling
Dry tongued gasp.
See, I once was told
Your bones were hollow.
They pop like crack crystals on foil -
Or winter’s frosted sycamores
The leaves we wore like gloves.
I once saw you spit fire
Bolting on in heavy words
You thawed the very earth
And even very frozen me
And when you played my piano
Satie sat in your lap and ate from your palm.
Your teeth were wet with poison
and you tore a gully through my arteries
And I stood still.
Knowing - never stopping you -
There was nothing I wanted to do about it.
Sian S. Rathore