Cold Snap

The winter night in your face
darkened, and sparkling stars of frost
enameled your eyes. My words
caught on a splinter of ice
and bled to death. As their last heartbeat
sang to the music of the band
my ears felt empty and now
I can’t dance with anyone else
with my blood frozen by
your white hands.

    Original Citation

    Kansas City Magazine (1965) 28.

    Word Count
    58
    Original Publication
    Date Published
    1965
    Book Appearance
    Complete Poems
    147
    Theme(s)
    First Line
    The winter night in your face
    Poetic Form
    open
    Twitter Quote
    My words / caught on a splinter of ice / and bled to death.