It's going to be winter, another snow-naked winter,
And you make me think of the season turning,
You make me think about the coldest and purest of times.
Your image reminds me again of the beauty of stormy nights,
Of nightly storms;
And both of us know they are nothing alike, the storms and
the nights:
One is powered by intensity; the other is powered by laxity
One is passionate; the other is pacific
One is me when adoring, the other is you caring
And them entwined is us making love.
But nights yield to the mornings, and the storms yield to
sunrays
And both of us burn easily with the touch of light and
heat.
And the chill of January is useless without the warmth of a
loving heart
That makes it so clear and beautiful when wearing the shape
of blue, and ice, and frost.
So for this season I should miss you,
Cold Heart,
And miss your ice-blue eyes,
And the way the warmth of your skin when leaning over me
merges with the coolness of the air surrounding,
Miss your perfectly frostbitten love.





© November 2001