Saviour

I would like nothing more than to
speak masculine words around you
and hear your feminine replies
like chains vs. hacksaw.

Tonight I imagine crawling into your
arms like a hybernating animal:
you could save me from my winter:
I could save you from yours.

I would like to be your saviour
and as you pound the spikes
into my wrists, watch your tears
on my forehead turn to steam.