Sing Out

Sing out, freezing, of sex, as a plant breaks
the hard lumpy soil with tenderest leaves.
I am sown but will not grow.

Dream of the sun on a misty day,
of never noon. Where is the sun’s warmth?

The twining of two trees’ shadows
crosses the untroubled ground where I am cherished.

Will Spring grate the soil and Nature spring?
Will the tree lash their real branches?
Will I not cry alone?

Oh God, how can a virgin joke with his madness?!

Sing out, freezing, of sex, as a plant breaks –
dream of nothing.
I am sown but will not grow.