Behavior

an arctic breeze swept over us
during the night but I remained
warm and cozy in our bed of feathers
beside my bird-of-prey wife;
her tender body burned like
charcoal against my skin, leaving
marks of sadistic pleasure upon
the layers of my foolish resistance;
morning alarms rendered a dark sky
and a white light reflected off the
pristine whiteness of a frozen snow,
forcing nature down like a rapist;
morning chores of sacrifice have
been abandoned by the wintry mix
reminding us these days can be just
 as unpredictable as human behavior.

6Jan14