A Heart Collected Of Snow Poem by Joshua Bantum

There isn’t much left after this
Dented covers that stain black and beautiful red by murder
Like a criminal your lips
kiss the sheets than leave.
Again and again and again
Left naked and done

Along this river
You’ve skipped, never tripping, and surely avoiding death and his glance,
So close to a poisonous branch that tries to trap
Roots of trees trying to suck you in like a habit once broken

You missed me, who has been caught by that reality you ignore, and I can see you,
Skipping by
Your eyes smile with the joy of youth
telling me the dream is still alive within your skinny white figure,
moving suddenly like a manikin stricken with life by a wand,
You begin dancing with invisible hands by fate
They dip you and grab you,
swinging your body freely within the air
like a relaxed rose peddle caught in the wind.

But you are asleep, and my real hands
lay you sprawled and clumsy across your own blonde brown hair
And giggling, your cloths drop temperature towards bare floors
The ones I laid upon when I first moved here
And your body’s scales are glistening gold, fueled by amber hot sweat,
the moon shows everything.
And I kiss you till your smile turns, and your joy filters inward
Loving grasping legs around this tree that tie you with roots
You give,
Released from pain and judgment
Coming
Meeting me,
In this carnival of bright lights and ecstasy.