Death by Snowflake

Winterized madness

My skin glistens with the purity of your winter kiss,
Each one toppling over the next -
they're dying
and I'm dying with them -
a hundred thousand pointed deaths...

I catch you on my tongue,
you melt away
like a dream,
like all the rest that died before you -
It'll take billions more
before I can lay peacefully
underneath you
sleeping
forever.