soft like the powder of first snow,
remember how it burns though.
cold like the metal touch in the morning,
as it warms it bends to your body.
small like the figure of something young,
baby bones crack to grow strong.
sweet like the fresh clip of flowers
and yet thick musk hangs about ours.
dark like the space between two bodies,
light when the colour of our eyes meet and inspect.

empty the space between my fingers,
whole the beat my heart delivers.