Second Winter
It was winter when we met:
The evergreens bent their boughs
under heavy snow, and the wind was harsh,
but I never felt the cold.
You shone, then, like an angel, as
your skin reflected the white of the snow.
The snow followed you, dancing in your wake
and it followed your strikes -
Did it adore you as I must have?
But each lead was false, each inquiry I turned aside
in humor as cold as that gray sky
and the cedars shook with your anger.
I see it clearly, perfectly now,
spread out like my blood staining the snow -
I never stopped fighting, never let snow gather in my hair,
because I know whose dream I was
- you haven't yet divined your meaning -
and with razor tongue you slashed your own lips.
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