Caroline Lavelle The Freeze
I'll meet you
where the path meets the beach
where the tree leans out over the water
slender and tender
olive green
how can it survive the freeze?
you smell of the trees
you're the one of the forest
the light died beyond the window
and the perfume was all dying leaves
of rain in the dirt
and turned fields
will we survive the freeze?
the salt has dried at the corner of your lips
and you laugh at me
before you come to my bed
heavy and hot
will you survive the freeze?
