you're like the moon:
stay 238,900 miles away from me.
you're like the sun:
if you get any closer, you'll set me on fire
you're like pluto,
who i wish orbited the sun more frequently than you.
(at least it has a heart, even if it's an icefield.)
you're like jupiter,
surrounded by moons vying for your eyes,
smaller than me and not 365,000,000 miles away.
you're like the earth:
i don't want to be around you any longer than i have to.
you're like the earth:
someday i'll get away from you.
you're like the earth:
bad habits might be destroying you,
but there are beautiful details that keep me looking at you.
you're like gravity:
i don't really understand you,
but i'm stuck with you.
you're like a black hole,
and i'm a stupid planet stuck in the galaxy that surrounds you.
you're like a bad space metaphor,
in that we always find ourselves back here.

The snow:
Pounding the earth, trees
the man.
Centuries of hunger repeat the
raven's walk on icefield.

The drum beats again.
The cold war tapping
at your doors. Missiles made
ready to fly.

The rhyme comes back to
weave the funeral song.
Blood curdles, as you step up
the agony.

The stings, the venoms,
the blue veins. The murderers
were ready to―
receive the gifts.

and i say love, let you and i carve something more infinite than our names in history. something more eternal for us, for you, my guiding light,  snow glide, bright eyed in an ice-dust glitter

like a heart as a safe harbor, shores crystal, smooth as a glacier: no treachery, only home, with us together, we could stay like this forever

let the world vanish with all its beauty, all sequined in frozen dew, all fearless in its freedom. you, a lost ramance language, all blaze and light and passion as the icefield flows.

in its own strange way, to its own strange music, so slowly, so softly, i swear the world stands still.