Coolness

Coolness.

Sugar-knighted men in a bowl,

Bowl under my fever and suck me home.

Milk-sea, imagine!

A sea of milk, to swim and catch a dairy-nose.

Tense and frosty buildings,

In my world & in their nature,

Shrivel from the street,

But they hold only their elves,

In long-haired leopard-furs 

Laughing, too, red-lipped. 

Elves I hated, elves I swore,

To never fight with blunted claws,

They are cold!

Yet now, I seek them, sure. 

Palace of furs, balustrade of hot, hot broth,

Only promise that you’ll recognise me, warm.