What should I take with me to winter?

The warmth of your cheeks or the ice in your veins?

Through Cold hearts

Flow cold stares

When cruel intentions were small embers crying for life

Everyone of your kisses fuelled its flames

At every touch a chill

At every intersection I assessed this impasse

Masked as a self inflicted wound

Bombarded by over valued assumptions

I caved to the idea of an imminent doom

Trapped in the towers over looking Mauna Loa’s peak

This inferno beneath me is

An inverted sauna

A hypothermic infection

Glued to the depth of her God given blessings

Shrewd yet meticulous in her dissections

My subjugation was short lived

In retrospect my perceived subjugation was a ruse

Plowed to facilitate this cryogenic fluster called a relationship

Asking what I should take with me to winter

Not knowing that I’m already gangrenous

Decaying with the putrid scent of infatuation on my lips