Inseminal whore frost
Sprinkles my buttery heart
With icicles like needles
Perforating an addict´s artery.
I pay her fee I feel her pain -
Unlock my arsenal
And with artillery bombard
Her wintery disposition
Expending shells until
(Husky voice proclaiming triumph)
My emptiness is whole –
Breaking her open
Until verdure, so much finer
Than I deserve,
Blooms from her cracks,
And though I seep with shame,
I pretend it to be
The most beautiful thing in the world,
As natural
As Spring melting snow.








