fear in a fistful of snow

i will rip you to pieces if i love you
i know i will       and gather them to
my breast          the way a lone wild
beast will guard its only morsel
in winter darkness

oh, the stories i could tell you of darkness
the nights of unsight and unsound, tossing
and turning in the wilderness of a bed

when you grope yourself together
and look into my eyes
you will know me
                        I fear this
more than the terror of passion
     the claws and teeth of insecurity
more than solitude
     loss of the blood of our communion
more than the winter darkness
my love

(c) 1995 john garnett drummond

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