It is ok to fade away into sleep
when the day has been long
and your silent song
has taken a year’s caresses from my mind.
I have yet to remember a better time,
how youth sits near the memory
as a placid reputation of scandalous play.
Together we venture to revisit my body
with understanding minds,
how much it used to know of what it wanted
who it wanted to be and at what temperature.
Ah, the days remain cold,
I wrap myself in layers of this snowy Spring.
Layer on top of layer, our distance becomes greater.
Your body a forgone world,
warmth an impossible tomorrow.