Dead of Winter

The chill down my spine trickles
etching my back where your breath,
once warm and soft would caress my soul

empty sighs fill the chamber of my heart
once alive
a summer friend
turned
leaves


blown back together

We shared the fall
into each others arms
deeper and deeper
flesh and desire
something deeper

So soft, like sunbeams
dancing orange of the peaks
blazing
embedding
down

trapped
drifts
high as a high man
like desert sands
that steal all warmth

Crying for a time
that is as dead as the flowers
frozen
feeding the omnivorous insects

The flowers may return
but you are always dead in winter