the bare black
trees will watch...
as i lift your chin
to the white sky.
cocked back in the danger
of animal lust.
i'll listen to snowflakes
fragment against your
rapidly batting eyelashes.
as i run my open mouth
on the sides of your neck,
introducing my teeth
when you least expect it--
and want it most.
*To my Queen, whose eyes are only fit to gaze unto that starkly white sky.