Wanted: the sound of snow falling at night.

She falls like petals
All over the place.
Messy.

Here it is drifting toward your breast
Pleading, let me in.
I will encase you in my heat.

Tomorrow: it is rubber and gasoline
Honey, don’t put that in your mouth.
It is poison.

But this is our water
However unrecognizable.
It is my blood.

Wanted: a cocoon
You are the sound of snow falling at night.
I am the snow.