maybe it’s your snow-white glint

of flashing skin

or maybe it’s just

your icy glare

Frankenstein’s monster,

you’re beautiful-

each sown sinew

and straggly vein

arranged like petals of a flower

gliding seamlessly across the

milky smooth skin;

and maybe it’s the way

you glow under the moonlight,

beautiful (monster)

who jumped ship

much too early;

not so much an apparition

but an unstable entity;

a small candlewick flame

hovering over the chasm.

They say it’s better

to give

than receive,

so He gave you

Carbon Monoxide and a hose;

and now you stand before me

at the foot of my bed,

placing kisses on my cheek

like lilies on frozen lakes.