As Cold As She Is Beautiful

Kali, fallen avatar,
visiting hours are over

take me to your cell
shake the frost from your blanket
and cover us

your lips to mine this kiss
warms us,
warms the bars,
the walls,
melts the mahogany of your hair,
the clouds your areolae,
the frost on the ceiling

the wet tick of droplets on melting ice

take me into you and let me feel
how the connection closed radiates,
and the walls, the floor, the writing desk
bloom, saturate.

The water closes over us
outside the glass
your lips to mine this kiss
share my breath

Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry on unceded Mingo land (Akron, OH). Recent/upcoming appearances in JMWW, Wordpeace, and Thirteen Myna Birds, among others.