CARELESS

It's careless:

your back arching across time

the way you drift across miles 

to stand in front of me. 

       We circle

       in the snow

       humming hymns, cheeks close. 

 

It's careless:

the way we smolder in the frost

a quiver between the trees

ice splintering around us. 

       We are stars 

       fallen from a fire

       once bright. 

 

It's a walk to the barn

in the biting cold

it's a place to hide

from wind and world. 

       It's the two of us:

       a warm secret

       on the hay.