You are the Snow, I am the Ground

You are the Snow, I am the Ground

You are the snow

I am the ground

You fall down on me,

Swiftly, without a sound

Your touch burns my skin

Frostly embers

Brush me, face, eyes and chin

You melt slowly on my tongue

The sweet taste,

I let linger in my mouth

Your Northern winds,

I would not trade for all the South

For I love the thrill

Of your icey blast,

Swirling, off your back, cast

Like a blanket over me

In the weave of a snow angel,

You cover me

You kiss my lips,

My body, like fiery ice

Cold, cool, cool Bliss

You are the Snow

I am the Ground

You melt over me, seeping

Into my earth...

...Without a sound