I liked it when you let me stick my cold hand
inside the warmth of your coat.

It was nearly 2 am but I felt as alive
as I do when the halo-bearing sun
illuminates the snow-covered streets at noon,

and I felt like the
white crystals falling from the purple sky were candy
drifting slowly past the full moon...
And I wished I could stick my tongue out to savor the flavor.

but I bit my lip and the pain reminded me:
as soon as the sweetness comes it dissolves.

I can't eat candy and not expect a cavity.