winter: i
our bodies together as they pull against the weathered air, as they creak and pivot and bend toward small openings of warmth and shuttle because they and we shall disappear and to remember that caged or set lose, our bodies the carriage of our hearts, the lantern glass upon which our thoughts and ruminations and divestments radiate, our spirit writ large and wilding against the skin and bone barriers. Our bodies together an ache-laughed temple not because they or we are beautiful but because in their forlorn trappings all and every part of us, together, is magnified there, all that is contained within us, heliography and rhyme pressed hard and knocking against our disappearing time, sung out and spreading. Our winter bodies together. Cadence, whelp, tongue-touch and rhyme.
when the winter softens I hunger you
when the winter softens, and sound and trickling light swifts beneath the crackling trees growing restless in their defrosting, their thawed hearts reaching seaward and netting our hopes and oneiric chatting. My ruggedized heart brushed clean, awaiting the tone of your toes scribbling in the sand. Wavering and light scrolled and
when the winter softens, the trees, stretch wide beneath the licking sky, dropped light between the snow
dropped white between the falling bronchial arteries
life vaping upon white, snow scribbled air breaking open past the dunes, a traveler, you away westward and green and I am coming, in adream, the algebra from me to you
when the winter softens language burling, an interlocking warms the winter
if not us then who, there alone
when the winter softens, you
