"cold never causes mirages, so"

cold never causes mirages, so

love me

with the clarity of white wine

chilled in limestone cellars

love me

with the pristine depth of mountain pools

reflecting only what is

love me

with the crisp sting of snow

bursting into diamond drops

love me warm

and wearily we'll stifle

our freshness sour, turn fetid, and decay

love me hot

we'll be consumed, devoured

by fool passion's hungry haste

but cold never causes mirages, so

love me

with the moonlit radiance

of cool incisive truth

infinite our love

refreshed as life itself

only by cold

circa February 16-17 1971