Tell him to let go

of all doubt

Tell him for me

for he's too far

Shake the cold out

from the fibers of the blanket

Heat it with yourself

Slowly crumble letters

onto it, and mossy moods

Make it heavy so you can

hibernate into contentment

until the next explosion of desire

In the pitchness

of the black

there's always Venus

shining

Fetching firewood

in boots & underwear

50 Fahrenheit

is summer

when it's winter

Here

Cold fell out

of the stars today

But not in Mauritius