Warm Frost

I’m warm, my love: such tea and brandy; and it’s early; but

Something cries: a bottled wish; and something dies: my

Attic green. It was so grey: a lake of dreams; and so beige:

A glowing scream; and we pardoned joy: for she visits

Often; and nurtured pain: for she drove the senses; and love

Flew; and love grew; and we bedded love; and heaven

Knew. I sip and pause and ponder halls; and something

Grey; and something ghost; and life to live: a soul to give;

And satin sheets: a royal tear; and sky to dance: a memory

Faint; and death to birth: the ways of saints; and something

Lives; and something smiles; and feel the wind: a tribe of

Owls; and sketch a face: a portrait fair: the ways of love: a

Vault of flares; and grant a key: a sullen heart; and fuel the

Breath: a knotted spark.