Ice Bite
Uranus was a lonely boy on a train to Berlin,
whose hydrogen wrists I captured and held
above his ammonia head of light blue
before I took him in a dirty crystal stall.
He kept muttering about Miranda so
I bit his lip quiet and murmured him praise.
When we were done, he grumbled goodbye,
scowling on his way out, his trouser button broken.
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