Capacious, yet lacking trust;
Our frenetic hearts combust.
Your eyes were a wellspring in winter
And thus, a mirror angled at the dusk.

And just as easy my soul unmoored;
A boat yawning across a dark lake.
Soon it would be docked in a bed of ice,
But this cursed night is mild, and my wounds
Soak freely in chilled undercurrents.