you told me your summer name
under a stark blue sky
naked apart from a few
wisps of snowy cirri
heat bloomed on your skin
glistering in the ocean’s
oscillating reflection
of a sun hotter than your kiss
yet when winter came
your hands grew cold
their touch on my skin
left me shivering
your name failed to invoke
yourself and your memory
but no polar wind could quell
this queer lingering sweetness