i wish it snowed here, dusty white and

the way it would catch in your hair, and i

wish i could approach you, sitting alone, so rare,

and without hesitation steal your glasses, bespectacled boy

and breathe, for the first time, exhale and fog your lenses, replacing them

before you could ask why and

meet your lips with mine, dear god,

i wish for such

lofty scenarios.