A Poem A Day, Poem #42

who cares about love poems or lollypops?
who knows anything about the mystery of her hips
or the breath of god?
but when the lights go down and i lie with the
summer sweating all around me,
i skate across those winter skies,
those twinkles of eyes like sparks fighting for shine
and from the air a cool foggy breath shakes my heart
awake, and my pulse stutters and
there is something like a snowy vibration
that sends a smile like a race up my spine

who cares about metaphors or daffodils?
who knows anything about the shape of her shoulder
or the depths of death?
but when i trip about on the winter lights tonight
i wake up the stairs of stars, climbing
the dreams of songs that slip through the fingers
of her hair,
and i hang on until
there is a rush of blood swarming in my sleep
that leaves a trail of snow angels leaping in my
throat, flying in the drink of a wintery kiss