Corporeal Property

by hexacoto

The coldness of your touch
makes me think that rigor mortis must follow
and indeed,
stiffness at a touch;
the flinch, the recoil,
like from a pistol,
shots fired, and a
silence hits the floor.
And so many words, so many words
to change the topic
so that you won’t have to deal with the issue
that you no longer love me.