Her Winter Heart

 

You were always better broken
This distillers dawn to stretch the pain
A thousand roses to succumb to frost
  And your name whispered in their dismay

December’s kiss lost on the wind
Better to waste these lost serenades on colder days
I see you there
Fouling in despair

A despot toiling in the bluffs of whirling snow
Amongst the curling burls of impoverished souls
With roots that writhe with carnal flair