Too Cool

in all this heat, the memory of those
cold looks you used to give me
come packaged in a little comfort
but there’s a kind of cool that sidesteps
temperature, like a fever chill that only
makes the burning more unbearable

you used to really cook my oats in
that dazzling cool, that face of yours
an entire opera in there, the allure of
an unsolved codex, just waiting to
spill out a heart-rending aria
after enough of us have died