December Days

Lying beneath the bare-branched willow
Gaze up at the grey sky. You heard me
Once in a dream; a whisper, in silver
But you never heard the rain.
Feel the ice tide deep inside
Melt- slow black and seductive
Spinning dreams, dim memories
Of dull December days, spent with you
Soft singing by the river, kissing in the rain
White fingers pressed to scarlet lips
Say once, try twice, for love in apathy
Perpetual motion; I dream as I decay.

December days.