Melt

He was off

going 45 on the freeway

Not fast, but faster than you

You, at the door.

You, a glacier.

His tongue once reached

towards you, and stuck.

But he was not prepared

for your long winter. He pulled hard

heard the pop, smelled the blood.

Spitting red and choking

on taste buds.

You floated up the stairs

You, warm and beginning to melt down

the drain. You dripped.

He drove.

Not fast, but faster than you.

You in the tub

You, a pool

His tongue flopping

like a fish.