Put Your Cold Feet on My Back

14 January 2014

My sweaty hands pulsate for your skin,

The blood beneath my flesh surging strong.
(Take your fingernails and dig through the top layer so
That you may see the veins that for you bleed black.)

I am a cold-blooded creature with blood just below the
Boiling point, with
Balls of perspiration beading up on my back as I breathe hot breath.

Let me thaw you, will you, and shock my
System with the iciness of your extremities.

While we lie both facing left press your
Cold feet against my back and let my fluids freeze.
Watch!--while I turn pale blue and paint you pink before
My bones stiffen completely.

With your spidery branches spindly and spiked let
Me become the snow that blankets the ground and
Safely covers your fallen dead leaves until they
Disintegrate and become one with me and the dirt.

I am the ice cube tray.