Two lovers sit naked in the winter,
feeding each other teaspoons of snow.
They exhale smiles
and make beds out of frozen branches
and iced blades of grass.
They mix martinis in bird nests
stirring them with swizzles of icicles.
and decorate each other’s hair with spires of a cedar,
heavy with fleshy cones and blue leaves.
White-crowned sparrows float
dangling light from their beaks,
illuminating the intimacy of the two.
The night is frozen
and sends glints of light flashing across
a blanketed substructure of crackling limbs
and soft shard winds.
The lovers make toast
with the concentrated light of a magnifying glass
and spread jam with the feather of a purple finch.
They disperse fragrant flowers of saffron to passersby,
dyeing their lips with the orange dust
from their fingertips.
Each touch creates veins of heat
that melt their thin skins of ice,
and a glow returns to their cerulean cheeks.
