Every morning, she wanders out onto the ice
To meet the wolf, her loyal childhood friend
And have him kiss her spotted hands.
Because she knows:
They’re still a child’s hand
In his eyes.
I am the last person on earth from now on.
So I walk into a vinery and enjoy myself
For days or seasons
Before I venture south.
Up in the stars, there is someone looking back at me.
And without either of us knowing
Our eyes meet.
The empress has trapped her child
In an orb of emerald
To keep it from decaying.