there's a bell ringing in the dark...

that leaves the better of its blood

in a bat's head.

come morning--those reverberating

flits will disperse their aberrations

amongst townspeople.

who'll prove emissaries of fear.

town to town, big and small--whose

dragging eclipse tills the soil.

damp and stank with monsters that

lean forth their full menace.

to tear away the kiss that was about

to be ours.

trying to snarl and **** away the bliss

that broke through.

rattling February branches, so we may come

to understand how they remain plunged

in winter's gut.

as to stiffen, and not adore winter as much

as spring.

--yet dare i say they've kissed...look

behind your eyes my love~

(winter & spring, this...)