primal

Scribbling words of you,

Like I’m crafting the capsule of my primal mistakes,

Or the growth of my tendency to stray from intimacy

Shattering asteroids of hail into shards of memory

Where your bare skin reminds me of the cold of mine.

You gasp, my hands being the iciest you’ve felt.

Could never drift to sleep by your side;

Enveloped by heat and overwhelmed by my will

To sacrifice myself now in the form of sheets and crystal eyes.

Primal love never dissipates until the eventide

When the animal in us collapses from the heights.

- M. Rose