Apprise my barely melted heart that ages!
Poor farness pleads and leads up to thawed patches,
where love keeps losing mind as font its pages
and mercy of the weather’s soft and stretchy.
Forgive its fragileness, don’t be umbrageous
about the thirst among the skies and edging,
the passion rivers, Pegasus encaging.
Forgive this moment livid to imagine.
Forgiveness is the gift as being vestal.
Don’t send it down the drain. This calmness morphine
is rich in veins, it is your eardrum-drummer.
A heart is gifted first and then it’s fasting
to see leap February deep in coffin,
while three more deaths wait patiently for summer.

June 20, 2013