Snow Play in My Late Teens

We laughed on a pillow of snow,

having fallen backwards into deep

powder under the black sky.

The tips of my hair and the scruff

on his jaw collected snow

as we rolled around

like puppies.  Tumbling with a handsome

boy in the muffled night, alone,

in the middle of a field,

and it still didn’t seem like enough.

3 comments

  1. Beautifully put into words! painfully sweet, you gave the words a deeper meaning . I have written a few poems about love. I hope you read them and tell me what you think. My native language is not English but I aim to be better at writing in English.

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