Certain that if I'd kiss him,
he'd melt in me.
I'd taste him till he'd own me...
his lips, so cold, I would dissolve,
In his touch, I'll shiver, yet I would love to hold;
Never has the snow kissed my skin-
oh how they would have glistened
with his tongue to form sparkling crystals
never formed by the sun -
Oh how I'd love to hold his hands
then together we'd bury illumination
under the soles of his feet-
I'd drink his face and cling to him
to thread my fingers in his silky hair
and then our lips would meet..
oh what union would that be!
to blow away the igneous flares
and drench my heart indeed.
Oh what embrace could bring so bliss
to cripple me.. my heart to freeze
in him forever.
Jessel Jane Tevar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/marrying-the-snow/
