Bites of Your Rigid Repose


Truth of you, lain bare before me froze, as
I feigned acceptance of such lovely, frigid
majesty. Successive seasons' henceforth, are
doomed to mock paused memories of you.

A single stone tooth exposes your name,
reminding me by bites of your rigid repose.

And I am bitter, chipped off at the granite
that left me leaving you to shoulder blame,
namely the truth of you, lain bare before
I froze.

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