She asks me to love her like winter
like the gnarled cries of the bare trees
she longs to be adored
like the bitter sting of cold at her feet
she begs for worship,
for love to melt like crystals
hands and lips to greet her tongue and gentle cheeks.
“Be pleasing to my taste,” she begs
like the winter air that loves my lungs.”
The tender snow graces her hair and
with the sweetness of God shaping every snowflake
I feel my body my sins my soul
the ice cascading in my breath—
“Love me the way you love the night
like the heavy ice that shapes the branches.
Melt with reluctance.
Die before you are parted from me.
Bear me like the winter earth, like the ice beneath my feet.
Love me with your every naked limb and longing cry.”