Snow Queen
–Vicki FeaverI’d melt in your houses.
I hide in blue shadows –
appearing only at night:a bride in a glittering veil,
pale and shining
as if lit from inside.You offer me a snowman:
a frozen dummy
with eyes of coal.But I want a husband
with a heart in my bed,
who’ll lie with mewhere the snow’s blown
layer on layer like petals,
drifting to sleep in a heatlike hot sand, like ashes,
the water in his blood
turning to crystals of ice.
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