Neopolitan

I.

I was
once
a slave

to the sentence
fragment.


II.

Hurt by your
selfishness and gluttony.


III.

Now,
I resolve
to finish
the vanilla
with a hum in the back
of my throat,
and take the strawberry
as a lover,
and dance
circles
with it on my tongue
like a melting hula-hoop.

I bargained for the chocolate -
begged for the spoon;
but your side of the bed remains cold
and empty.

Soon there will be no gaps, or
canyons,
or fragments left to melt within this heart;

only a dream of summer -
on this first day of winter.