fortune's knave

in 1973 | in your Piz Buin bikini

two scraps of nothing

 

transparent

to UV

 

my heart popped out fierce

for your

 

spangling bones

the hush | when you entered

 

the room

the ice

 

throne your arse had

been stuck to

 

melting |

that

 

said the doctor | is

how much it hurts

 

your humidity

over me |

 

a complete crossword

convulsion