Winter is Coming

on a dark winter’s eve,
whiskey infused,
just after solstice,
no candles anywhere,
i fucked a snowman;
no judgment
no fear

no yule logs
no rules
sweet nothings
and hot breaths
tiny, brief clouds
between us

his long carrot nose
tickled and teased
and
i seem to recall
a
corn
cob
pipe

all plans for the future
melted under grey dawn
when i woke to black eyeballs
staring right through me
and a coal mouth refusing
to remember my name

Winter is Coming