out the window

Out the wide, white window into woodland winter,
merciless my musings meeting merry makers
bound in brief, blue blasts of brazen, boisterous, bitter banter.

Somewhere: soft, soothed, sweetly you sweat,
callous to the cold, chary to the chill,
hovering high in humid heat, heaving
desire delicious, desirous of doomed depths,
air alive, averse to arid angles of awed architecture.

Pitching perfect poise & passion pleasant
sense of surprise at your soft, sly
tricks turning towards trysts & trust.

Reticent reaching your remote, retired room.
Daydreaming of dim, dark deeds &
light, lucid, longing love;
its terrifying, twisted, tacit truth.

Feeling freedom fair forms first fields 
of vision: veracious, veritable, vile &
true to picture you in your pleasant, pitch dark room,
out the window into woodland winter.