Winter Open wide your                        mouth of jade flame, spill your freckled gems like salt                                    on a snow-drift brain. Slick my lips with a silver             pitch                         that slips, a birds spiral                         switch to southern tongues I am an old woman's                                             hand holding a lover's                                                                                         worm-thin secret. You, a stiletto beam, a meager spoon, a nap at 3 in the "afterwards"                                      a black-sea spume