Escape

A Villanelle

Escape with me, my love, on metal wings
And let us flee this icy island, south
To where the sun has fled with all good things,

A game of hide and seek that winter brings —
So let us seek the hiding place of warmth:
Escape with me, my love, on metal wings.

Let us go to where some mermaid sings
About the sunrise and what lies beneath
The place the sun has fled with all good things.

Let's leave this ice-bound river's lovely stings
And fly the sky-path to escape the wrath
Of winter, yes, escape on de-iced wings.

Let's be like grapes some slingshot flings
Into a smiling goddess's magical mouth
Down where the sun has fled with all good things

To be consumed and born again with rings
Of flowers round our suntanned bellies' girth.
Escape with me, my love, on metal wings
To where the sun has fled with all good things.

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