Poppies

I tippy-toe across your dream each night

So as not to wake you

Asleep in your summer

A garland of flowers

Yellow and white around your waist

While I walk these paths of ice

Ice my breast

And strings of ice my hair

My hands two hooks of steel

Ice nose, snow eyes

Frozen open mouth

Flakes of snow your bridal veils

I come down the soft white path

Bouquets of poppies

Spilling from my heart