Mirage.

ice.

A flake of snow,

A spiral downwards.

I float in the middle,

Of nowhere.

I melt at your touch,

I water your eyes.

I taste your lips.

You're like snow,

Beautiful but cold.

White, and pure.

But deadly as frost.

Your empire of ice,

And a swan sculpture.

Grey and blue,

The water flows.

I melt at your touch.

A flake of snow.

A spiral downwards.

An icy fever.

Cold and numb,

The water is quiet.