Listen, you said, as the snow
tousled your hair with angels' feet
drew teardrops on my skin
fogged between our breath,
there's a hell of a great universe next door,
so let's go. I nodded
but when you disappeared
out of the glow of our streetlight
out of a world where the streetlamp
lit whispering snowdrops like alchemists' gold
settling on my clothes, my shoes,
my teeth, my shins,
I could not go
into that outer darkness.
Enjoy your universe, dear;
I'll stay here, calcifying beneath
a cloak of snow,
one day to burst alive, aflame,
to blaze for a moment
brighter than any streetlight's broken glow.
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