It is there, in the strong light, when we see
we are growing old.
Loneliness is a glance over a darkening lake.
Let's play kiss chase.
I send my looks deep into the willow tree.
Grope me there. I am your Snow-white.
Break my cold lips into tiny sunsets
cups of pale moonlight, silent waterbirds.
Give me a second chance. I will ride
your swan, its feathers the fluff of dreams.
I am naturally lonely. I cannot stop
fondle you in the darkness.
Draw me a water lily in the misty water,
a shell between my lips, pearls in my eyes.
Fly away I say,
when everything turns white.
