Snowman

Black button eyes
Blind as a stump,
two rolled bellies
crammed tight with ice,
your chalk white skin
fell out of the sky
into a world of another’s making.
A single element is the God you know.
Now that you’re here,
what pleasure is yours?

Tonight is darker than the rest,
its chill relief soothes
your bitter, blue ache.
Hold me tenderly in your arms
until the wind tears down your knife-drawn smile,
until you’ve seen through this white-dark world.

Off the Coast, Winter 2010