Frost Kissed Lips
I remember the white frost
And the way it kissed her reddened lips
I remember how she carved my cross
And the spattering of crimson drips
I remember her dark, silken tresses
Stark against the white
How they cascaded down her bloodstained dresses
Like an angel who's lost her flight
I remember pain
In my soul, in heart and mind
I remember pain
Mine and hers in kind
I remember her trembling struggle to breathe
And the way we shuddered together
Yes, I remember holding my lovely sheathe
But she wasn't made of leather
Every detail, etched in so deep
Flashes of these memories plague me
And the frigidness begins to seep
It gets lighter, yet harder to see
I'm waiting for the blankness of snow
To blend with the ivory of her face
And for her dewy skin to bestow
The forgiveness for my disgrace
So I weave through pow'dry drifts
Warm and salty droplets streaming
Begging her, please, repair the rifts
Only later will I realize I'd been screaming.