Flooding Snowfall
I won’t notice
the single,
floating
flakes.
the returning pioneers that quietly
seep
into
my blood.
a concealed rush
within my body.
I find sight to eye the
speeding, transformed rain.
I feel the chills
of its course.
the shutters
in
my
veins.
I clench
my teary gaze.
the frost
feels
its weathered hands toward my ventricles.
The empty,
thawed
chamber
once dwelled.
I break open my stare
to white
blindness
and fleeting, cold restraint.
my innocence freezes slowly,
then quick
and hard.
My heart cracks in your touch.
I harbor
every
drop.
Clench
when its ice.
As it warms,
let it leak
from my
loins.
Melt into a storm to
flood me again.
-B.Krutz
