Cerf-moi dans tes bras

Hold me (deer me) in your arms in the frozen blooming pond, like an old friend. Hold me tight against you, so I can feel the animal sleeping inside me. I’ll show you the human in you if you hug me — I’ll even lie down next to you.

And then you’ll leave, like you always do when we meet — in fire and frost.

But we’ll meet again.