You are light
An instant melt upon calloused fingertips.
An icy adornment for strands of hair,
Patches upon the upturned collar of a coat,
Happiness for the blissful toddler;
Dismissed by the monotonous
Murdered by salty lashings.
I wonder how it is to be buried
Under your weight and blinded by your purity ?
To wage against your hand rather than
Place my foot upon your back
Crush you between gloved hands
And mould you into an unoriginal fantasy?
I long for you between the stony walls of West and East,
Until the carpet of the earth becomes crunchless
And we retire to the comfort of the rising steam.