Winter Fieldsglittering starlightand biting flusters of coldsweep across snow fieldshard shadows cast bysoft little mounds of whitereflect the dark skychill desolationa monochromatic worldendless sky and snow
Fear My Love, My FearFear, my love: I must kill the fear I feel.I fear the kill. Must I love my fear?
The BlushAnd when she flashes her devilish smile, eyes a-twinkle, myNerve cells stumble, their tendrils twisting,Entangled, and I think that's whyI stutter and trip and I slip and ICan only smile back, dumbly, numbly, the contents of my cranium a-jitter and twitchyAnd I think my finger-tips shake. Does she notice?