You obstinately do cling
to me
As patina on bronze bust,
Oxidized by the fatal flame
The rusty coat has last.
Or like ivy you entangle me
Not with naked arms or limbs
But with furtive glances and doting smell
The spirited intoxication it gives.
My psyche-a chunk of ice,
That broke away from floes
And floats in the cold Arctic
No destination it knows.
Like apocryphal letters burnt
Before words etched within
Your sighs and touches hurt
I drench them in ephedrine.
Promise, you will cling to me
Though you left this planet long
To embrace me in the skies—
during my distant funeral song.
