The Spring so far away, drowned in coldness we see,
nothing but snowflakes, and dried tubers to feed the soul,
where the plants have hardened and the land covered in white,
this palace is not a home,
and carried us not into the night,
here is the landing, here is the deck,
where ice is forming,
watch the step,
hold thy body erect,
to see into the vast open fields of frost,
my love is still burning bright, like the land out west is freezing,
pyramids of lust, fingers intertwined to keep warm, to keep hot,
desire creeping up heavier now that the land is dead, no light,
just darkness to hide the flesh.
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