12/30 -

The archetype of your face
a careful chiseler
pleated crow
feet, paper
thin smile

I let
my lips
linger too long
on wind-chapped skin
became bitten all over,
a wolf's playground

Last night we tornadoed in one place
avalanched in another,
became crane upon crane
building and crashing
into ourselves

making bent rock, metal, rusted joint
into whirlpool
into hot spring.

lets do that again sometime.