even here

my childish winter with her my lover
went away with my tongue her the wind a scene
rolls chills like help-bound don't let me leaf
come back home yes save myself i was speaking
not years ago but again & had my cake
in a bed-thin forest

where's my hiving contradictory thrill
my dignity in the sun that golden chain
something i weave unaware 'neath eyes
just like telling welcome is hard to
in frowns & shivers come
or know

looks lately dirty with step over
i am still alive on paper to endure
for something anymore often in promise
to face this room & its empties
believing better in the night
that disappointment