Make Believe Melter

Fine,
at least we know now
that your stasis is the basics,
while I move.

And that an anchor cord
would tear roots and cut bleeding
into winds and rivers.

One passing out
through my lips,
the other going in.

I drown another blighter
bursting bubble
in banter and bourboun,
this aimless all nighter.
Counting hours in the sweat beads
trickling down another
aimless hunter's
delectable throat.

There's a winter rising outside
and a winter raging within.

But this room is Amalfi,
Tarragona, del Mar at midnight...
And the sway lulls us to
defrost and redefine
such a petty detail as places.
Everywhere all yours now
and everything all mine.

So fine,
be stasis, rock, ice, whatever,
tomorrow.

But for this moment,
sip your silly straw soother,
and run your golden arms
so much smoother
against my last resistance.

There is a clue to all of this
somewhere, I do belive.
But it will find me tomorrow,
when the winter outside
has tightened it's claws
and the winter within
has melted.