Innocent Death

Dewey lips
catch a snowflake
as it falls
whisper soft

An icy blink
upon the tongue
and then the heat returns
as from within the furnace burns

It's crystal death
goes unknown
except for the knowing eyes
that stole it's life
and took it's form
When it had been just barely born

Lips part and await
for another
to seal it's fate.

Ah, such fun
this winter's day