An end - a beginning
Fresh from bitter divorce
she came to me,
Ice in her heart,
Frost in her hair,
She wandered, lost,
To the winter of my hospitality.
Loss, jagged in my mind,
sealed my solitude
Daggered icicles tempt me.
So she came. Taxi to my gates,
Footsteps in the rime,
Through layered mist
she floated, waif-like,
Into the cold welcome of my arms.
Best school friends, lost in years,
postponed by the
Awkward embraces in the portal of my fortress.
Both with involuntary defences raised,
Both brittle, frozen,
Sensitive to pain.
A long long day
Of pre-recorded sympathy and platitudes.
Evening curtains off the dead sub-zero day,
Inside, the well of our mutual grief runs dry
and we lapse to honest silence,
for the battles of the night ahead.
Yet for once the dream demons do not win,
The armies of my doubt and self condemnation
fly before our implacability.
Yes! Her standard flies beside my own,
And they break on the crystal of our shields.
I take her morning tea, and find
her slenderness framed in the garden bay,
In comfortable silence we stand together,
And before us stars of ice-etched glass,
Sparkle move and melt ‘neath dawn's rayed touch.
Like two players recalling long forgotten lines
Our fingers seek as we turn and see
each other in the young light of a new day.
Pre dawn mist lifts from the white lawn,
Mists lift from the frozen sward of my mind.
Hot tears unblock the cold scales in our eyes
And we fall together in shared warmth,
Naturally I seek the comfort of her lips,
And soft beneath my gossamer touch, her breasts
Rise to the insistence of my un-dammed need.
Breached wide the dam of her reserve
Pours forth its own sweet essence,
And I drink, to live again in a world of warmth.
Below us in the grass, the first Galanthus
Breaks its icy tomb and sees Spring sun.