Midnight

Midnight Juliet
Why can't you talk?
You turn, face motionless—
revolving, inhibitions freezing you
dead as ice
Yet I saw you, midnight Juliet
naked last night, wanking in a
snowstorm, covered with a strange
light, suffering from overexposure
Chillblains on the clitoris?

Today you cannot talk
freezing under the counterpane
face blue as ice and half as
embarrassed. Chipping me with
your cold stare, you wear your
sex like a striped lifebelt, a
loincloth of frost that my
warmth cannot penetrate.

Tomorrow you will stride
Wild as the whispering wind
staring at me in scorn back over
your ivory shoulder to where
I sit in sorrow
And tomorrow you can speak
Why? Why won't you love?
She whispers, moans
"It's this place, this
godawful place, it freezes
my bones."