Origami amor

She said I carry snow in my pockets

From the past, started in my sockets

She comments on pillows of mine

They’re not fluffy but used

for noses snotty, runny and moisture infused

When wearing a frown above blurry eyes

She knows to stroke counterclockwise

Turn back my thoughts like hands on my face

Oh how many hours in this happy daze?

It may come as no surprise but when I rise

Or try to move from under and am with her

The duvet seems warmly freshly poured

We swim like towel swans in each other’s court

We rest our heads on handkerchiefs far from plush

The flakes have evaporated from under us

Once ugly ducklings, now manifest

as snow white pages

we don’t ruffle feathers but caress

to collect feathers for cases

to billow in wind that dries our backs to statuesque

let’s bundle up in this bindle that we made our bed

and unfold what wings can hold 

whether picnic or kafkaesque