that winter

by Gary Percesepe

your twitching bunny nose

            the way, seeing me at the door

    your eyes unlocked


you are a dark mountain road

     sunless sea

a falling shape on the white lawn


a second skin I grew that winter


                        on december 17th


my thoughts slowed to the pace of

        drifting snow


your eyes looked up at me

                        newly sexed

            disturbing the air


i thought the house was breathing


    it was only us


a jump of white wine

   in your swollen throat