Winter Frees the Butterfly

Memories linger on chapped lips:
Too painful to express
Or press in anguished suit
A case of frosty love reception.
As cold and pointed
As steel pickets
Gate the Alpine church
Your eyes deny admission;
To promised constellation.
So flee, my polestar.
I feel your pose depart.
The actor changing clothes
Un roles
Ready to walk through
Another love scene pretending.