she walks through the streets like a cold winter breeze
whoever she touches seems to get stuck on her embrace
and the slight curve at the edge of her lips when she speaks
and oh god does she speak like ice
sometimes her words are like snowflakes
other times her words feel like falling icicles
no matter how light or dense her words are
he still seems to cherish each one
there no doubt that she's an avalanche waiting to fall
but heaven knows he's waiting at the bottom of the mountain of her with open arms
her breath chills him to the bone
if you seem him walking about
you might even see the faint hint of frostbite on his palms from where they hold hands
even in the summer his cheeks are always flushed a rosey red
like he just walked three miles through a downpour of hail
she's a natural disaster in the shape of a girl and he could never be more in love with her pale skin
or the storms dancing in her eyes
her body is petite and he never wants to hold her too tight because he's afraid he might break her
like she's thin ice covering a pond and if he steps on the surface too hard
she'll shatter and he'll be stuck underneath
drowning
that's all he seems to do lately anyways
her love fills his lungs like the pacific ocean
and just the thought of her takes his breath away
he is the clouds and she is always the rain

-m.v.