The Book of Weston

How I wish I could freeze

this weekend in the snow

and save it for a future spring.

Your curriculum of loving:

brutal, simple lessons like,

"You're so beautiful."

But I am a challenging student.

The scars of subpar teachers

cover my ears, my eyes.

Your lips attempt to melt them away,

your tongue licks them off, like the river

carved this canyon over millennia.

We don't have that long.

Erode me in this lifetime.

Whittle me down, make me sharp,

and I will embrace you like

the mountains embrace this valley, forever

holding back the winter winds.

I will uncover your soul,

unearth your lovely strata

layer by layer. Lay you down

gently like a snowfall, silent,

covering the earth in its completeness,

covering all our dark doubts.