Snow Lover
You invest such desire in snow – your concubine of snow. When you hear her footsteps patting on the powder, ice lightening shoots through you. The sight of snowflakes settling on her fur coat and on her eyelashes dazzles you. When she speaks the words come out glazed in frost. You take them in your mouth and swallow them, but their coldness never tempers your heat. You touch her hair and the tiny tinkling of ice strands brushing together raises into the silence.
The ice palace doors open to you and before you are potions of cold pink in hollow ice cubes. You lie embraced in furs on a bed of ice. Only reflections of moonlight on the ice crystal chandelier light your hands. She gives herself to you in radiant coldness, and you are sated with your snow lover.
She is gone too soon and all that’s left is rain and mud and gray and you longing for the return of your snow concubine.