I have lain with Orion on the bed of the stars,
and felt his glowing hand upon my cheek.
His kiss has run starlight through my body, and
his touch has wrapped the heavens around us, drawing us close.
He
has come to me, shining, as I shiver in my dreams, and shared his precious
light with me through my fingertips.
Where has he gone, my soaring lover, spilling
his icy winter fire across the heavens with me?
Why has he left me, no more to clasp my
moon-washed beating heart and press his starry lips to mine?
Summer’s burning arrows have stolen him from
me, and the flaming sun, driven by jealousy and desire,
Has forced him from me, and washed away our
fragile winter love in her bitterness.
Will you return to me, shining warrior, son of
winter, and restore this shattered passion between Heaven and Earth?
Bright arms hold me again, and stormy lips kiss
me; break my longing like a cup of glass and pour it like wine over my body.
Return to me, Orion, bright winter star of
love.
Next
season I will hold you, and summer’s cruel light will not tear our shining
hands apart; dawn will move me from your side.