to write a poem for you
is to make one snowflake out
to be an avalanche.
there is beauty in the snowflake,
unsurpassed, unique, breathtaking.
that flake comes from no where,
appears, and returns
to where it came
without leaving a trace,
except in me
tattooed by glory…

except in my heart,
where i am cut forever
by that shape exquisite,
where i am cooled always
in the stark clarifying
fiercely cheerful clear cold,
where my heart makes
that perfect simulacrum of that
impossibly beautiful flake
over and over again
with the dripping blood
welling from my heart
cut by you, that cut, that flake.

an avalanche
began that day,
that day the light
danced up my battlements
and captured my eyes
forever in your dazzle,
an avalanche of
one flake persistent,
one flake present
in deserts and monsoons
and fierce fires
of the coldest frozen sorrow.you,
my ever-fire,
my ever-ice,
soothing and searing,
and impossibly yourself

i love you
more than all my tears
multiplied by all the tears
of every person
multiplied by the distance
east is from west
and added to itself again.

i love you
more than every laugh
that’s tumbled gleeful
from my lips, and

i love you
more than every piercing longing,
poignant and unspeakable

if you hadn’t come
i would be there hanging, high
on the side of the mountain
stark and slate
in morning light.

i would be that
field of billions
of unique flakes settled
all the same and piled
into meaningless multiplied
unified snowy sameness,
still and without motion.

but you did.
come.
and that has
made my world
alive.

love forever,
and i mean forever

Charissa Grace,
your undying heart devoted