The Day Breaks
Snow falls.
I do up your coat and we shelter
In a bubble of time
As short as a journey,
As small as a taxi.
Your warm arm clamps around me
In the darkness, words surround me,
Suggestions that I cannot accept
And you would not make
If you were not drunk.
The day breaks, cold white grey on skin;
Skin with one hundred little imperfections.
I want to fly away into that daybreak.
It only looks bleak because
I can’t fly there with you.
Suddenly bulging,
A half swallowed pill,
An egg of feelings,
Is throbbing inside me.
I wrap you up and keep you in a little box,
Without saying a single word to anyone.
That will have to do.
A fall of virgin snow
Inviolate by exploration.
I fit well into new shoes
That fly as fast as an instinct
Across the reflecting ice;
Away from everyone, you included.