Enjoy! I was thinking about posting it to 4chan to see what sort of a response I would get. I'm in Nunavut at the moment and this was inspired by thinking about what it would be like to have a little cabin up here in the wintertime.
Tonight I'll lie and doze upon your shoulder,
Your hair like silk, your eyes like burning fire;
Your skin the colour of the wine we drank, your lips like velvet,
Your tongue like candy and your voice like music.
Our outpost, cabin, hut alone among the winds,
The tundra hills as bare as dunes of sand,
Where life is gone, tuktu, nanuq,
And our compatriot the ceaseless wind.
Who knows the minute, hour or the day? Afternoon and morning
Are reunited with sadistic night.
We are a little lamp of lightened kerosene,
The only light or heat, our own defences in a cabin
Alone among the winds of chance, despair, ennui
Where facing fire, you and I sit alone,
Lost to the world, lost to all things but in each other.
We pass; the senseless, cruel amoral tundra shall remain,
As was before us and will be forever afterwards;
The love we make shall not be understood by this cruel land,
But we understand it, both joy and futility
And I shall shout "Cruel land! Cruel hills! Cruel world! We
For a minute, tamed your wretched savagery!"
Then rage shall subside, and this immortal land unblemished both by city, town and farm
Once more surrounds two innocents unknowing in each other's arms.
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