Wisdom of the North

I think what I need love
is a good pair of boots
and a proper coat,

one that stops the wind
and hugs the chest
and breathes and wicks away the sweat.

God knows I need protection
and mittens and hat and scarf…and…
an umbrella.

Then there will be no bad weather between us.

We'll be fitted to enjoy the storms,
its furies boom into the concert halls
of the holy. I am awed.

For I was born to be out there in it—
I'm in it—

So, if you'd undress me,
then a 'dress me
with style, swag, and practicality.

Surrounded by this much cold—
when I think of lovers—I think of clothes.