Turn a rose over in your palm

I have made it for you

Lift a teacup up and drink 

I have brewed it for you

A finger on a twisting greeny vine

Sliding to and fro 

The focus of a writer and the love of long ago 

I live behind a frosty pane 

Buried deep inside my brain

I have made it for me 

I hide behind it for me

I am safe behind it, but you see

I will break it for you.