steadying stil

i’ve been ice-skating
lately across
your cracked promise,
i nearly slipped. through.
longing for temperature
to be an excuse
for the way that i shiver.
frigid. i found
a trackway to fire.
combusting. the way i
glide enclosed by smoke
to mask your
any craving. was. for you
to know your sorrow
does not satisfy. we
share whimpers.
common ground. break
down. tendencies too…
jump. when there is no
chance of capture.
i let myself
go. slip
the edge.