Snowflakes whip past my ears
Singing songs with glass-pitched choruses
(Like singing saws, with cobra hips)
Rushing in with stinging kisses
I see you through the igloo glass
Your mittens on the bedside table
You lose your grip on locquats
They fall into the snow, these little embers
If I thought I wouldn't wake you from the glittered arc
Of swan dive falling into silvery waters
I might have slipped inside
Ice slippery from the heat of two, this is me if this is
The one who left by way of math equations
Sent ice running across beelines tangled
Loopholes tightened off with tiny crushes, these little embers
I see you through the igloo glass
You're throwing sparks into the falling snow
Beneath your flutter, still a flicker, a glacial glow
These little embers, this little light of mine