Watching the Robin through the window eat as it watched me, on a day of snow and lovers

You bravely bared your heart on your breast

on the silk of snowy sheets, on the bed where,

outside – your breath melting the cold air – and lying;

the clear blue sky

betrayed lovers of warmth. There was just

the transparency of glass between me and you, like the silent whispers of mistresses

fading like dying embers. I couldn’t see

what was in your mouth, because, inside, I was

unsure what was on the table. Or even

if you loved like I love. I was

watching you to see.

Watching you to see

if you loved like I love, I was

unsure what was on the table, or even

what was in your mouth, because, outside, I was

fading like dying embers I couldn’t see.

The transparency of glass – between you and me – like the silent whispers of mistresses’

betrayed lovers. Of warmth, there was just

the clear blue sky;

inside, your breath melting the cold air; and lying

on the silk of snowy sheets on the bed where

you bravely bared - your heart on your breast.