How do you do this?
Giving your beauty away.
Everything beautiful
because of you!
And not a sound.
You soften the words
of my poem.
Fill its hands with echoes.
The song
inside a woman’s voice.
I lived in snow that never stayed.
That fell through me like a fog.
That taunted with its luster.
Like the body of a woman
full of dreams.
An affair with darkness
always dressed in white.
But how do you describe
such a face?
Breaking your heart
and filling you with life.