i'll never be a poet

snowdew

the air is heavy and steaming like a rice cooker
baked earth moist with rain painted by the sliced sawtoothed bristles of the bird's nest fern

so i fled and

i made my bed in snow
wingspan snug to rest arms
soft white walls enclosing a body so safely
oh snowfall! you

kiss my face differently-
not big wet lips pelting my cheeks, water searching the surface for crater entrance / for any life at all
but gentle feather pecks on every open pore i hold

you shed tears for me
when my eyes are wind-dried
luscious flakes dip into skin and
restore the inner lining of my soul
so i gleam pure and bright from the inside out
and a snowflake twinkles in each eye
joy and love,
joy and love.