I thought that I could,
despite everything, be a whole

But you touched my hand
and I unwillingly melted,
like a bit of snow curled
around a burning cigar.

I am now a mere servant,
an addict to happiness,
a dreamer whose fantasies
are nothing but reality.

And I sit and think: what if
I'm only a whole with you?

What if all the world
melted with my soul,
and it will never be the same
when I turn back to ice?