Cheesegrater Hugs

Did you miss me?

My cheesegrater hug,
my love, shreds you
to pieces on the floor.

Will you kiss me?

lips, sting, blister
against my dry-ice burn.

I missed your kiss.

Like some bellows-heated
ember, molten-anvils,
impurities on glowing ingots.

Three ways to pain,
in poetic refrain,
shred, freeze, and blaze.

© CGT, 2018.

5 thoughts on “Cheesegrater Hugs

  1. You’re in a league of your own. It actually always motivates me to up my game. By a lot. I’m nowhere near my full potential. This made me smile and smh for quite a while because you’re so predictably unexpected.

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