Winter's Tale

WINTER'S TALE

Perdita,
darling, I asked for you
when the cold night drew
visions
across my skin.

There's no use pretending.
I waited for you,
Perdita,
Watcher of the Watchers
Guardian of the Lost.

In perfect darkness,
sheet across sheet,
we meet -
Ghost train lovers.
Extend an arm to the fallen.
Beg repose
but clasp to the pyre;
to catharsis in fire.

Paulatim,
the act fades
into laughter.