Ice Cube Date

Freezer door at midnight,

I only came for one.

One perfect little iceberg for the fever I've become.

Down the back of my neck,

slow — the shiver does the rest.

Forty degrees of summer surrendering my breath.

Melt on me, melt on me,

cold little miracle.

Thirty seconds on the clock and every one is physical.

The AC's dead, the fan's on strike,

the night is on my skin

—

but I've got one cube left,

and darling, let the melting begin.

Trace the collarbone like coastline.

Slow rivers heading south.

Some people pray for autumn.

I just filled another tray.

Melt on me, melt on me,

cold little miracle.

(whispered over the 808) Drip.

...Drip. ...Gone. Long live the next one.