letters to the moon [poetry]

january

i hate the cold
it says "you are beautiful"
with its smart smile,
quick eyes and quip whips

crunching under my feet
the snow says i should stay
it begs me and begs me
and bites me back again

and so in the summer i cry for it,
i cry hot tears like lava laughter

is that why you melt into water?
in the end was it just coated camouflage?

i miss the wild winter windows;
from the outside you can draw on the glass
like it's ink

i hate the cold
it says "i miss you" with its sorrowed eyes
burning into my vulnerability

i hate the cold
because i miss it too.