First Night
It was your eyes that sobered me: ice
at the end of the world; the ghost of a fox
staring down his hare across the tundra;
at the end of the world; the ghost of a fox
staring down his hare across the tundra;
a chilled air vaulting through the sweat
of men as they drank, posed, assessed. That glance
of shivered blue left me feral. I was in the bar
of men as they drank, posed, assessed. That glance
of shivered blue left me feral. I was in the bar
and then I was in the bar with you. When
you passed me lager, I spied iceflake glints
on your dew claw. We danced, I think
you passed me lager, I spied iceflake glints
on your dew claw. We danced, I think
we danced; or possibly you stalked my tracks
through the snows of our private ecology -
new ground frozen from the polar seas.
through the snows of our private ecology -
new ground frozen from the polar seas.