Oh, will you say I'm old
You ferocious body?
Inside this cruel winter's digits
How did you hide your fever?

Hiss like black wasps

Above the crest
Of thighs slumbering half-shut
Your white wide-open eyes

Hiss like black wasps

I couldn't shake
The sense we were just circumstance
I couldn't shake
The ashes from your cigarette

Oh, will you say I'm old
With a weakling's fever?

Oh, will you say I'm old?