You need not fear the cold much longer;
the seasons of the world are changing,
they are structures collapsing
and will be gone by midnight
as if by tidal wave.
You see, the walls keeping things apart,
they won’t hold much longer.
Soon the sun will come to warm our bodies
ceaselessly year-round,
thus causing oceans of missed pleasure
to announce their presence
greeting us
tasting of winter
and smelling of soap.
They’ll begin by kissing our necks and nipples
and lap and lap against the shore,
returning ever steadily–
and yet, between sun and burning sand
there is space unlimited to grow.
Jessica is currently studying poetry at Kenyon College. She has studied under Daniel Mark Epstein, Thomas Hawks, and Jennifer Clarvoe. She works as an intern for the Kenyon Review.
