The Rockpool

By the Rockpool

In this winter landscape
We walk, by the rockpool
To an outsider we may seem
Heart shaped and superfluous

We carve out initials into the ice
Carve a loveheart into a tree, laed
With the last fall of snow
And we do not dive into that deep pool

Dusk descends and we head out
To the end of the pier – and you
Clutch my small hand so firmly
Bone crunch within

We feel far away from the world
We here the sound of sirens from the city
For we two have absconded
If only for an afternoon

I feel your love for me cutting to my bones,
To my marrow. My own affection
Is a pale dancing shadow
I do not find the solidity I crave here.