Depth of illuminated tears are thickening our love song

and even stars will cry and breed under open knobs

and stiffen greens turning black

for may we pray to greet our dry skin and clam hands again

or fall in love with the burn, chapped, lips

that has been pressing up to truth’s skin

even to walk on winter’s warmth, showing our naked breaths 

with heavy boots and gloves

what new gifts may my delicious princess of anguish of briefness and care bring

less smoke and more thimbles 

we brought no conditions to start new year

and I will bring you more next