Your kisses have long been singeing me like a wound
And your pristine body
Frightens me
Like the sheets in the surgery ward,
And your breath fades in a corner of my lungs
like a forgotten lily on a wintry park bench.

They have long been ashamed of my freedom
which every day yanks a stake off your fence
In the fire of which
I warm my shanks, blue with cold from flight.

My freedom... your freedom... our common freedom,
Defined once and forever, sealed within a jar.
An atmosphere of electrolysis. A muffled sound,
My soul being nickelled and yours waxing thinner every day,
Deserted by the ions.