Untitled (Come closer)

Come closer
Let us feel
In our finger-tips the vibrant beauty
Of a winter sunset.
The cold glass shines
And reasonable innocence
Tells us not to prise open
The sealed trunk

Do you see those clouds now?
In a god perspective they lie
Like a picture by a master
Remote beyond jealousy
Or the hot centres of life
Look and look. December
Has shivered our bodies to chastity
A winter sunset ecstatic to remember.