My heart has been boxed up like candy,
Something special that will make your teeth ache,
A cold snowy shot —
One bite and you’ll turn around,
Flying away on bird feathers,
Running on gazelle legs all spindly and fast.
Each year, a ribbon,
Winding through the night,
Weaving its way home,
To a you that I never knew that I missed.
Please bite open my heart,
Tear it with your yellow teeth,
Hot breath ripping through muscle and pain,
Loosen each year with your tongue,
And swallow my sorrow.