← v16n1, Spring 2017
Poetry · Volume 16, Number 1

Black Snow

Your incandescent touch leaves

Painful foes on my shoulder

Shadows that sleep on each

Other like black snow

Over black snow

I stop reinforcing the hate

That comes with knowing you

Yesterday was a sin spooning

My mouth with quiet amber

That disappears around the bend

Of another mouth

We are all sinners craving

Thunderstorms after thunderstorms

We all give birth to moving shadows

Doubts that won’t melt black snow

We all do this to each other

Across the astral belt

We all do this with our eyes wide open

Our hearts shut like doors