Another bleak winter arises

As swiftly as your love climbed

Onto my back,

Another echoless whisper combined

With all the words my trembling lips

Spilled heavy onto your own;

Have I ever had half the courage to

apprise you of my blistering lust

So rapid, yet fierce 

The way it put licking honey off a spoon, 

To shame

I gasped for you

In all the wrong ways

But fear not, and hold me close

Until dusk finishes on my face;

Another circus of love bred from 

My drought limbs, and yet I have searched

high, and even low, 

For a hand like yours

Amidst stone

As nightfall shields my eyes 

Like you would a weeping child,

I detest the cold 

As it reminds me of back home

And my soon to be

Departure