SnowFlakes

Like a snowflake, soft and delicate, floating to sidewalk,
Your lips linger on mine, my unworthy ones.
Sweet and cold, different from any other,
While I run like a footpath, similar to every other.
And by what stroke of my luck that u should chose this asphalt?
Your radiance landing softly on my face.
Who am i to keep you to me?
A selfish crack in the pitch.
When palms, like rushing water, flood the surface of your body.
And lips, greedy and carnivorous, crawl over your mounds and valleys,
My arms'll be in my pocket, my eyes the only spring.
Letting you see the tower, the bridges and the treetops.
Because the snow that gathers on the sidewalk,
Only Gets crushed by rubber galoshes.