paradox
if i had not watched the dank night
ripped from the hot belly of day
if i had not seen snowflakes
crystalising in a sprouting seed
if i did not already known
the surging welcome of death
i would chase your unnerving beauty
with the wild pack of power and charm
that heel to my abrupt command
and sucking in your flesh between my lips
bite on the bones of our embitterment
