Take a dive into me.
The cold is like a slap in the face
and the shiver makes your bones rattle.
I never learned the language of
Which are the only two reactions I get
after the last page is turned.
And for the life of me, I can't figure out whether the molars knocking together
or the complete lack of noise,
I only know it's never love.
Polite smiles remind me of broken mirrors. There's something about the two that disgusts me.
I can understand the discomfort
of diving into water
in the middle of winter.
Perhaps I should try
for warmer climates
where my cold
would be more appreciated.