As I look out

As l look out at the snowflakes of a winter storm

each one falling to its place on earth

everything I see is blanketed in soft whiteness

and Nature becomes again, the creator

of concupiscent curves, sensuous,

beautiful, the edges of the world lost in smoothness.

And if my mind of winter finds likeness of you there;

the mound of a breast, the sweep of thighs,

the cresting of hips, the touch of lips,

know my love and keeper of my love it is because

the wonder and splendor of you

is now forever part of all that I behold.