My dear damsel of glaciers and scuttling roaches
In Andean splendor you startle my heart.
Still seeking a summit, your coldness reproaches;
So little I know you—in whole or in part.
Now that winter recedes as the springtime encroaches
Envision a greening of sorcery’s art.
Lighten up, dark enchantress of icy approaches;
I hope and I pray global warming may start…
Does another bad sonnet addressed to her highness
Allow for a thaw to begin in her soul?
Get over your winter of taciturn shyness!
Or is frozen entombment your element, witch?
This old necrophile waits for a smile (or a twitch).
Hell, I’d marry your corpse – but mere friendship’s my goal.