The Fence That Kept the Wolves Out

In my mind there was a chasm,
And the door was shut to the dead,
As I knocked, no one answered,
My feet froze on unthawed land.

My love,

Here I am at the steps to your door,
Knocking.

But you are sleeping,
You are dreaming pleasantries,
While I am shifting foot to foot
In the cold dark.

Can I not come warm myself
In your bed,
Beneath the feathers and the cotton sheets,

My life is a treachery,
And a tale of incest and fire.

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