Stuart A. Chasmar

Flannery Falling

Memories, tingling like summer sunburn,
Bring me back to winter lips
Wafer thin and bruised:
Chapped cracked parchments pressing love
Against the Eiffel Tower's freezing iron.
Your cold eyes in winter constellation
Pierced me to the quick
Teasing butterflies up my back hoping
To flutter Spring among the snowflakes.
Then you said, Goodbye,
Turning them to crystals falling