don't pity me. don't.
you think i have icicles for bones
because i tell you i am cold-blooded.
true, my breath is cool, and I will melt
in the rain.
but my blood
how long have i wondered?
how long have i watched you and thought,
"we could make it"?
no. no. we could have made it.
but only if i freeze summer
and wear it in a jar around my neck.
yes, it will be heavy (the rain this year--relentless)
but i should like to keep
the sparkling of stars and sunshine
on my collar.
something tells me we were significant.
if that is true,
then perhaps one day
i can uncork July
and we'll escape into the leaves
and if it is not,
i will hide it in my chest
so that the sunbeams will thaw
even as my veins are frozen
as the summer stars.