For The Ice Princess

Your burnt mouth smiling on the ice,
the crowd is chanting Beatle songs.

On the other side of the globe,
a yeti girl struggles to free granite.

Of course she knows the Indian subcontinent
will slam into Asia.

What do you take her for?
You kiss me with water,

you drape me with water.
How do you get sweeter and prosper?

I have carved up my language,
have let it rot---and still nothing.