Silence of Winter

Silence of winter distant from all but my sexual contacts her bedroom nights and day friends memory of my independence vanishing dream holding on to it, myself knowing how love can hurt. Its seduction of me, dissolving my man barriers biologically, to procreate or create a new personality, a deepening humility, her womanhood hands. Not giving in completely touching sweetly but staying strong. Going into the winter to mark my trees not flinching in the dark early morning casting an eye cold as a telescope moving inexorably a part of nature, insect, star. This is how I'll love and live with her.