Hibernation

I'm hibernating
in the waters, under the rocks,
in your face. Don't I see those eyes
of yearning, of plea and guilt
turn to hardened acceptance
of winter's eternal touch?
You implore the Sun, wishing it
to grant life again, to decry the cold.
And the hibernating me was almost awakened,
but you had to smote me to my ruin
by the riverside, by the mountainside.
Now there lies a vengence
burning as you stoke it,
burning as you stoke it...