Were you my heart's abomination
How luckier I would be
Rather than be tight as a fist
Grasping a gem of untold value...
Your love to bathe
in words rephrased
With hearts not young
The wind is keen, the frost is dread,
Toward the icy water,
By aunt and mother forth is led
The fisher's lovely daughter.
My sins I wear like soiled clothing,
I stand beneath the rain, that I may be absolved.
Cleansed I am, yet with arms widespread,
I embrace transgression as an old friend.
What can you see?
Enveloping the city, death and misery
Sub zero reveals your breath
Something in the air to ponder who will die next
A waking night
my laden mind
with sluggish slumber;
In the aftermath
Of a very hot bath
Used to re-read