In the northern lands
Of ice and snow
Where the winds are born
You made your presence known
Among my thoughts.
Your eyes glowed behind my own,
Like shards of brilliant blue ice.
Your necklace strung with
Glimmering Germanic teeth.
‘You smile too much’
You stated solemnly,
Matter of fact.
‘I will take now what you owe me’
Toothless it seemed,
and thoughtless too,
I wandered for days,
In the heartland of the
Shiver and the prayer for
Safe return.
I gritted my blooded gums
And steeled my breath.
I feared we would not last the night.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 