You Are Distant

I remember you,
hot feverskin
against cold shiversnow.
I remember you,
iceblond and magnificient,

and you would hold
ice cubes in your mouth
before you put your tongue
against me,
and laugh around me

as I shook,
as I writhed,
as I reached for you.

You are distant
and lost to time,

and perhaps it is best that way,
my Danival,
that I will remember you
and never reach for you again;

this way you can remain perfect,
and I can pretend
I did not
have my heart broken by someone
even more frightened of love
than I.

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