If only your eyebrows were more prominent
passion drives to glow, sparkling, sliding,
gliding,
creating cold dust, floating for a while.
Twirling, curling, turning, flying, twisting,
my eyes were hooked, not only because
of how you looked. It's what you did
that made me oblivious of all else.
Even though your rating would be high, I would
never judge you.

Judging on my sense of sensing,
we will never winter sport together.
Mostly because of me, the weather
and because you're better.