Crystals like dandelions,
Icy ones like scintillating diamonds,
Your million rosy kisses, peck me on the face.
I look up and they wet my lashes, tasting too
Fresh newborn ones, stellar dendrites.
You drop and melt, white on white,
Till I can walk on crisp landscapes,
And soon you are all over like glitterati.
I will not prejudice and classify,
You are one of me,
Shower like a blizzard and become one.
I turn to see my footsteps but you dwindle them.
This white scent is filling my nostrils,