
| Winter Calling by Rebekah Griffin Greene, 1991 White Snow White Love Does not fall on me I cannot Taste the icy kisses or the Cool caress of winter, only Tepid winds adore me lift my Hair up as in worship, only Veiling nets of fog will dare to Touch my naked cheek |
| Love White Snow Whiteness pure electrifying Winter cold is welcome here Enfolding me in your stiff softness Frozen cotton, sweet meringue of the Land before Rebirth, when my heart will Melt with yours, into slushy life-filled water Give me White Snow White Now Wait--I think I hear a snowflake calling for a kiss... |