Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Snow Angels

She's white for miles
across this needle-pine blanket.
Her drama and allure seduce me
and break me down into a child.
This holy empire unlit by a Vatican sun.

Blind me and bind me.
Find logic in frozen lakes; unmelting,
unrelenting and cold.
I suffer your beauty voluntarily
though I lie and blame you.

A shower of sweet-soft bullets
mixed with chill and ice
pours down alongside our vehicle.
Mixing pain and pleasure to the tongue/open mouth
and arms outstretched as we slide ungracefully.

Will you just pack up and leave me
with nothing but frozen bitterness to propel me?
Doubtful but I can still make angels in your image
because I know if they have voices
they will sound like you.