The air was so brittle,
Static crackles
Arced along the windowsills and tabletops
You poured gold into glasses
And rhymed to me
about German Matrices.
A winter hotter than summer,
To the virtue of zealous radiators.
Soaked in sweat,
And more love than sweat,
Each bead paint-rolling salt stains
On cracked earth bodies.
Let your rhythm be the heartbeat of my moment.
Toby Hemker - Poetry 