love pens itself

love pens itself
in winter words of silver moon
and silver light,
when lips find lips
when hands embrace

and lovers lie warm skin to skin
warm face to face.

beneath love's blanket of desire
the body's verse
writes o'er itself
in wind-washed snow,
in star-lost sight

and lovers lie in present tense
like secrets in the night.

love pens itself as winter moves
the water under ice,
and ‘he' and ‘she' speak quietly
of fields
and frost in willow trees

and lovers lie warm sleep to sleep
and sail on winter seas,
and lovers lie warm dream to dream
and sail on winter seas.