Fantasy In A Bleached Frame Poem by Ayni Poet

It snowed over your glass clavicle,
In your smoky crystalline globe
Over that fresh rose growing in your soles.

Do you remember the feeling of sticking
Your face on the frozen land,
Humming under that sweet snow
Like a cotton candy flying with the wind?

Do you still gaze through your heart s clock
The hurried flakes
Dancing chaotic, undecided but happy?

Do you sometimes sink in the ragged ice
That is flowing through your elastic ears and diamond fiber stitches,
Looking for grizzled and sleepy tales?

Quietude slipped into your left amygdala,
Drowning,
In the perfume of bitter thoughts,
In the broken memories under the snow.