Ice Elation
It's time to break the thaw
I awake and find you-- same hard-knuckled rappingOf deadened boughs wind-stormed against the pane--Perched, insolent and knowing, on my mind’s sill, Preoccupied with your thumb, some crumpet-crumbOr, heaven help us, the pungent remainsOf an amorous trophy. How’d you sneak past All those cobwebs, I wonder? I’ll make coffee,Wipe the snot from my eyes and try and findSome semblance of myself. Yes, you. You’re here, And I’ll...