a sickle, a riverI could no more kill this soft-bellied snake than I could stop the way I look at her. Repress his hissing no more than I could erase this memory.I'm petrified of impending bitterness, a snakebite. No longer relishing cool scales on warm skin. She is the uncrowned queen of my heart.Your avoidance freezes and your eye burns. Disregard this human education- it's brought you nothing but a loneliness that pulls apart your sense, an emptiness somehow heavy in your throat.Just look at me, if only once. I want to kiss the marks all down your neck, love you closer than a razorblade.The voices in me never said, deny this.I have unlearned so much in your downcast look, learned a thousand times the small curves of your neck. An organic fire- the memory of your breath is golden. Unlearn your cold stares here. I wouldn't lock you out at night.You're a sickle, I'm a river. You're a crown fire, a frozen shoulder. I am the lonely high water mark.