Uncoupling by Jac Jenkins
Ice clasps its thorny cloak with filigreed brittle lace against my breast bone. The pin sticks my skin when I inhale. I stay close to his mouth; his heat breathes an early thaw as Winter opens its teeth on my throat. Spring stitches my scabs to scars, my scars to silver. I am bare beneath bridal lace and veil. When I inhale, his hands clasp me like whalebone; I stay close to the