A white, white rose his pallid hand extends,
a gift of crystal cold, love’s token from him.
His shimmering shadow descends
-a cold lover.
Stand above me a-shimmer,
mourn my warm bed,
and covet my kisses.
such pleading his eyes convey,
-such dread and longing his presence bring.
What would sunlight say to such an apparition?
freezing the fragrance of peonies in spring,
crystallizing the red, to perfection, the blood in me?
A touch of his hand,
a pleading I see,
to share the depthless cold within him,
his lover be.
What in me beckons such as him
to share the shelter of mountain ice and swirling white wind – what?