The glass amber liquid,
half melted, half dripped
out her eyes and down her cheeks
until it pooled into her mistaken collarbone,
where it began to strangle his throat
and envelop him entirely,
where it began diffusing into his pores
and cutting out his eyes -
seeping into his bloodstream,
and running like a new family of deer through his veins.
The blue that froze in his arteries,
was replaced with a liquid gold,
similar to that of cocaine and satisfaction.
The air he inspired was glacier,
the sentences he exhaled were green.
And even when he held his breath,
he could not stop the raspberries and lemons
from festering in his throat,
and dropping gently into the color of her hair.