Temporality

Snowflakes in my tea and
resting upon your lip -
that moment before they melt,
before they disappear
become a vague cool wetness,
on your skin!

It sends a bittersweet wince
through the body to see
such impermanence,
such lovely temporality,
very much like a kiss.

Falling, they are caught
in your hair and
i am a snowflake now,
from now i
and all my kisses
will ever be -
crystalline jewels landed in your tea.