Best Served Cold

I

I depart the granite calm, I watch

The cold of hate to fill the image when

You destroyed me in May. I vow

I will set fire to you in winter

A thought to a wound, I poison

The cotton clouds and I light and I burn

Horizons. Your heart will be a scorched earth

Covered in the light ash of snow.

And the sea falls in like boulders.

People never die here and yet

Every soul a fortress I plan to break.

Men have killed for less

And lie with dead minds for lack,

Like a symbol of warning that your

Blatant immortality is choosing to crumble

Amidst clouds long since burned away.

II

You swore regrets would chase me down.

Some part of those words flooded

My world in a curious form

Of smoke on the horizon.

My leaves have turned to color, or

So you spite through clenched

Teeth. I'll abide and let you smolder

Because I always liked that about your eyes.

You're something different now,

A new kind of creature whose pretty

Ivory claws sing across the granite,

Sharp and meant for me.

You've more life in you now then

You ever did. You're bright and

Burning, but I don't think you realize

That is my doing too.