Found an early, bitter snow
on your barren outer piece
so I peeled away the flakes
like dead cells from the fleece.
My teeth became the seeds
and my gums became a shell
while I warmed an early frost
and your swollen brothers fell.
Lace and pearls and honey curls,
clinging to my desert tongue.
Delicate petals and hot iron kettles,
slipping from the blistered young.