Warmth Has No Place Here Poem by Ben Partenay

she has not stayed the same since last fall season
she has grown warm like an Indian summer, like a breeze
that heats the frost, and I missed the cutthroat winds
of winter, with the dark part of my insides

I missed that icy glint of passion, that murder wind
sharp as newly whetted knives, cut straight to the
heart of everything, instead we sat indoors, played
games, with words like forever and what now

I shuffle blue notebooks on dark wood desks
like many square bruises filled with chicken scratch
I drown myself in darkened basements while
snow falls inside through open windows

warmth has no place in here, no hold on me,
if this ember burns in ice, it burns in anything

let them have their summer love that blooms during
the warm times, the pleasant times, the enjoyable times
give me the winter love, that does not fade with cold streaks
place an ice hand on my heart, stop its wandering eye

do not cry
this heart
is cold
as stone