Dance in the palm of your hand
When frost intrigues the soul
Flutter
those ice lashes at me
and I am lost.
butter
wouldn’t melt
wouldn’t melt
at all,
you lead me on
dear frost.
in your blessed place
i lose all i have been.
flatter
with your delicate
winter lace.
I could dance
in the palm of your hand.
volunteer,
be hostage and happy
‘til the valley
is swallowed
by ravenous shadow.
