HIDEOUS SONNET #2
I would give you a star, a multitude*
of everburning white. For you I’d acquire
lightning sparks and their consequence: that you’d
be warmed by remnants of celestial fire.
I’d welcome you to our own lakeside cottage
with an always replenished supply of wood.
Together we’d join arm in arm and engage
in amorous conversation. Oh, I would
say, “Never again will I feel cold. Your gaze,
like lightning striking everything in reach,
has set my horrifying skull ablaze.”
But don’t expect such similes from a wretch
possessing only banishment and scorn,
a community of one and an armful of acorns.
* from "truly" by Andrés Montoya, the iceworker sings and other poems