ROMANTICIDE

the snow tomorrow

came down in sorrow,

such that a young man

skating

on the ice of memory

watched as his heart,

decorated

like a grave

he watched as it

broke through the cracks

with it he fell into the soil where

Love lay buried

and waiting

how he wished he could kiss

those sweet, poisoned lips

which now were as cold

as the snow 'cross the sky,

falling so like the plans

they had made

to set the world

on fire.

his kiss had been like snow to him,

a force of nature whose beauty

could brighten

the darkest, O! bleakest of souls

his kisses were like snow to him

coming hard

coming fast

then gone

in the blink of an eye.