amalgamation

There are parts of you that take me back
And see me stand in those shoes again
To taste the ice poured from the lips
Of him, or him, and him

There is some heat in me, darling
My left breast chokes and splutters
The little engine that couldn't
Exhales the pressure, a tear assumes the position

I see so much of them in you
Where once warmth burst forth
Now Cheshire smiles, tip of the hat, sex in the eyes
Now damaged, now cold, thou art, your heart.