Torrents of ice greet
lonesome thighs uncovered
by the rush. As the
pendulum dips and her last
shelter lifts with the breeze,
she is feverish. Freezing,
burning, sweating, loving,
loving the fall of dignity,
of decency. And the snowflakes
caress and she melts and
she laughs as the tears flow.
Into the night she cries out
in a whisper for the lover
swinging in blackness,
the lover swinging in silence. |
Submission Name: Swinging in Silence
