Snow Kiss

A kiss in the snow. How romantic.

They never tell of ice,
or how the crunch beneath my feet
leaves remnants of a walk with her,
warm as her glove pressed to mine.
Or even how the silence
just gave me a moment
to listen to her heartbeat.
They never speak of the wind,
and how it never spun that night,
so the flecks of white
quavered to the ground,
melting on my brow
when my eyes leered towards her.
They never pointed out the moon-light,
even though it hung above them,
pale and striking as her.
Lips locked,
a single snow flake entrapped,
melting between their blissful embrace,
just dissolved whispers of what happened there
that night.
Avowed by only she and I.

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

Very romantic and partially full with mystery. I love the way you told this!

[Jen Ro]

I feel as though I am part of this piece, I feel this moment was captured perfectly. This poem can be placed in a scene of a movie, so beautiful. It also flowed really well.