Love
Cuts with a
soft knife.
Bleeds lavender
On the white sofa
In front of the
Fireplace.

Curls up
To die
alone
On the rug
Where the dog
Used to
sleep.

Was Carried to
Heaven
By the birds
That  sing
In the snow
Covered
Trees.

Returns
In dreams,
Tired and
Naked,
To lay
Under the cover
Beside us.