making outlines in snowdrifts

you've got a calm hand
soft on my leggings
and my less calm lip
in your teeth

there have been moments in my life
that i ached to remember,
and this one
is always
incomplete

can i keep
myself lost
forever,
or am i destined
to find
relief

love, if we
are a lack of caution
then i desire
nothing more
than grief