My Valentine is miles from hereand February’s atmospherehas cloaked the stars.  A snowy shroudengulfs my heart inside a cloud. But through the tundra’s ice and snowI feel his warming afterglow,a breath across the vast divideexpelled just as he comes inside my wanton...

 I am dreamingin death.My soul's encapsulated sleepidles on the brink of breath,a lifeless body laid to rest,so long agoand oh, so deepthat memory cannot attest or keepthe slightest vestige of my being.What I am seeingdisappears,and what I hearfalls deaf on...