You’ve got snow leopard eyes.
I’m an
Oldwife Underwing
Perched on the last wheat stems,
Sunning myself
Before the cold world sleeps.
Frostbound tigress,
Prowl under the bridge of trolls:
The toll is a knife in your mouth,
And I’d break my heart on your
Headstone
If I could just find the perfect
Elegy to sing for you.
The ice on the reeds
At the river’s bank
Melts beneath your breath.
I want that breath on my neck–
Sandpaper tongue–
And teeth to reap
The red grains from it.