at dinner, across the table
you made your intentions, clear
you were, coming of age, awakening
a girl, consumed, with the desires, of a woman
i made an excuse, i needed air
you asked your mother, then followed
we walked, in the dark, on the ski tracks
our breathes, materializing, in the air
the flood lights, illuminating, the slopes
the cold, turning your cheeks, baby pink
you threw, a snowball, dared me, to catch you
running into, a field, of ******, snow
i chased, caught, and together, tumbled
as we kissed, in the snow