I can’t wait to have you

I saw there your face. It was hidden between cracks on the frozen lake and freshly fallen snow, obscuring your fragile shape from the eyes of the beasts. February wind brought in a swirl of pine needles that were drawing blood into your face, giving it beautiful rosy tint and I thought you looked so lovely like a winter Venus of Arles. Now you just have to break through the ice and emerge from the water so we can admire and worship your beauty.

I tried to look into your eyes but they were averted in shyness, I imagine. Your lashes were so pale and they reminded of bare tree crowns of ashes and elms and your hair had the color of fall. I looked forward so you breathe life into those cheeks and frosty lips and my heart started to race a little.

A night has fallen and in my mind I got the thought of helping her a little. I could not wait to feel her warmth and lovely voice so I put my gloved finger through one of the cracks and pushed. But it was not her voice or warmth that welcomed me. I was greeted by a piercing cold whisper as another she dragged me into the hug of frost.