Electric Blanket

An urgent snow like first love
Quivers in the air on the cusp
What indeterminate purity
Vanishing along with that which touch brings
Spread an immense melancholia in tiny flakes
Was a last kiss clinging
On existence within
Everything mind the dew
Crystalized peaks
Intermingling thought
As delicate as a bit of stalactite
Fracturing away momentarily enshrined
On the first snow or so this appears
Like blossoming love seems eternally new
As if hearts had glowed into slush underneath harvest moons
Blanketed tearfully eroding
Given over to supine designs
One clamors as much for fresh sprinklings of
Which one waited an infinitesimal lifetime to sing
At last settled on a pile of hoary refrains
On the tip of my tongue always
Doubting one had a stake in this fall to begin with.

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