SNOW FALLING

She wrote him

so many erotic letters

reminding him of

their adventure, how

she feels

touching herself, thinking

of his

exploration

her poems

carried many wounds

and scars from

before but

also now in a

kind of perverse anticipation

of pain. We always

fear pain and

thus the paralysis

so many words crossing

the space between

them

filling what could

not be filled, a canyon

edging ever

greater, like

the great emptiness of

intergalactic space

always widening until

there can only be

momentum towards breaching

that separation

togetherness

union

but for now

so many words like

snow falling in darkness

each one

crystallized uniquely

perfectly.