The sky is heavy and the air is cold here
You are lying: next to me in bed where
gray clouds sit leadenly pretending
you don’t know I’m still awake
how ugly is a late winter landscape heir to
all my sins and past transgressions between
the time of dead leaves and broken branches
a muddy ground trod upon and rutted as
my life I brought you scarred and hoping
the promise of a single snowflake drifts
into my heart I welcomed you down where
others will soon follow to gently caress even coldly cover
my exposed flesh is no more naked than my hope
all the old life, virginal forgiveness tenderly received.
My Hope! My heart grown heavy waiting.