Splintered your red fingers. You, with an icicle heart, didn't imagine that. Come to me again. Come with rope and frozen dew. We'll clench sugar cubes between our teeth, drink thimbles full of coffee to our dead.
Pennies weight their eyes by now.
Frost, pennies on the pane. The green girl plays guitar. On her songbook's batiste cover, pleasure is a green bee. My wren love carries a pomegranate in one hand and taunts the lizards. Life's pleasure is mixed with pain.