There is no boon in Spring,
In the way the birds sing,
Or in flowers that bloom.



The season of treason,
And Pregnant affliction
The season of rebirth.



Winter, there’s a beauty,
In weather’s agony,
And all is a ghost white.



Knowing the sun will rise,
Rise over cold demise,
That is total beauty.



Though Baldur sings in spring,
I will hear no such thing,
Instead I’ll watch her rise.



Rise over barren fields
That the cold, white snow yields
Watch and witness beauty.

that first morning your blinds were making
a hymn on the floor out of the sun.

pull a thread of baldur's hair and
it coils out to an endless etymology
of you. bashful eyes, funny lined teeth
with a quill tucked behind,
censoring in fir green. it seems
asleep as you grow quiet
and by some humming band of unknown
particles in your magnetic field a
full creature just walks on out,
tail and all, weird and pretty as hell.

that first month the sun and i were both
shivering expectantly in a doorway.
how could i have known what it meant
when the proverbial wasp landed on your shoulder?
maybe i did. pulling those memories from their jars
yields only honey and one dead bee.
now, i don't feel even a line differently
from how i did, about to take root
when i woke up to you. now is more
whiskey in the woods than pabst on the beach.

I was alone,
captive to the darkest demons
spurned of joyous companionship
The Rakshasi kept me torn
brought only grief
Only tears could bring me to sleep

Hope was not only lost but forgotten
Only despair could be begotten
and so the Hero waited
for he would not entangle himself with a she-demon once more

He was not the Trickster Loki
But Baldur the Benevolent, who would not trespass the good with Angrboda.
I, Thor, looked for my Sif, with long, fair, golden hair
Hair to prevent me from despair
Yet not golden in the flesh
Golden of the finest quality of spirit
A person with whom I could mesh

All I found was shock when like Hercules I would find my love after labor
Yet not twelve tasks
for that was too much to ask
One labor, one of the mind
in order to find the Kind

I glanced upon the maiden
And what came was paralysis
Paralysis for knowing what was to come could only be of heaven
And a story by the Fates to be woven

Her beauty was merciless
Next to her everything appeared to be wilted
When we will be united, every cold Night
shall turn into the long illustrious day
I’ll know no Fear
Because I’ll be so beautifully contaminated
Next to her the Sun appears Black
for she is so bright
my great qualities shall be brought to light

When I am with her
I feel as if I am lifted off to Mars,
the world around me , 10,000 degrees
The wonders I experience because of her
I see 1000 colors, because I’ll be so contaminated
Now I don’t think back
for never before have I been so beautifully drugged