When you showed yourself to me, you expected fog to fall upon your shoulders, to disembody your definition.
As I was lolled into slumber, the sun shone upon your snowy bones. And the soil on which I laid threatened to rise me skyward on the back of silver grass and swaying wind.
You kept me anchored to a tree that smelled of jasmine and moonlight. You led my eyes once again to your skin which was flashing recognition. There, in the space around me- the song of a sparrow, a garden, a weeping and a whisper.
I went down, down, down into the fire.
I floated into the golden light and chose the snow that rested between them.