She, archivist of the articulate verses of detail:
lyrics of Canadian songwriters, secret
smiles shared like stolen candies,
funny foreign phrases, flags flapping
topsy turvy prayers to the freshening wind.
He, interpreter of the lush contours of desire:
pearls of sweat adorning snow-white breasts
in the dry heavy heat of the sauna, young
pink flesh rolling in the new-fallen snow
that covered the whole dark sensual world.
Together, they made a sort of poetry:
wood smoke curling in the winter sky,
fragments sketched on frosty windows,
love letters traced star to star
across the brief impatient night.
