Snowman

I'm a snowman its true 
the ice has crawled over my sleep
has wrestled my heart to 
the floor and massaged it
into a popsicle the carrot 
to replace my frostbitten nose 
my eyes always were
lumps of coal the hat--I have
no excuses for that hat 
now that I am only
allowed to move at night now
quietly I rearrange the furniture
of drifts lathe icicles out
of boredom summon the silence
that comes with blizzards
fuck with your travel plans
(heh. it's a job.) 
what I really desire
though will kill me all over again 
a warm kiss the equator of a bed
if you see my breath frosting
your window let me in
I will melt on your floor
slide under your pink hands
like holy water.