Ah, my love, you’re showing a lot of throat
For this winter weather.
Shall we stay, lie in the dark together,
Warm and unwearying, wearing each other?
Shall our days go by being forever ermine,
Our small sun pocket high?
Never mind, you won’t. Wind your hair about me
On the way and come, even out there we may be able to hide,
Or will you? Sweet love, decide. Let your coat fall or not.
Copyright (c) 2008 by Walter Bloch, all rights reserved.