Words are ice-axes

for the frozen sea within

left within our coldest parts

of where of the pain begins

You jab me with I love you’s

and bury me in full quotes

of how you said "I need you"

in those letters that you wrote

My favorite devil in the pocket

of furthest reaches north

my bones are broke and brittle

from your iciest retort

Cold have gone your words now

dropping off these icicles gleam

I search among the snow banks

for a man of passing dreams

Much has gone now for the axes

have swung with verbal force

my sea within breaks slowly

for our summer’s run its course