Mirrored Symmetry

The tiny snowflake lands on my bare belly

I arch my back as my lover bites my neck, and the snowflake is warmed

He whispers in my ear, and I begin to purr, the snowflake holding tight as I long to let go

My lover strokes me and teases me and licks me, and I beg for it to never end

           while the snowflake clings to my skin with the same hopes for infiniteness

                        Yet we both know—the snowflake and I—that the end is near

                        That the heat will be too much for us

                        That our euphoria can’t last forever

The moment comes…            

And together we melt—the snowflake and I—it into my skin, and I upon my love

And we both are returned to a humble state, one that is simple, basic, and life giving

Yet we long with great anticipation for the moment once again, when nature elevates us, shapes us, and molds us

Into something of extreme beauty, uniqueness, and art