She is the softness of pillow feathers,
Tickling your nose and your toes as
You both laugh under covers.
She is the glacier snow,
The ice monster,
Burying you alive under the frozen river.
She is the snow,
Delicately complex, yet
Melting at the slightest touch.
Most importantly, most truthfully,
She is everything.
Every color and emotion,
Tucked away in white starlight.
