Snow

There is dust inside you settling like snow
I try to catch it with my tongue
When you run your lips along my throat
There are hand prints on your throat

Parts of you are shutting down like street lights burning out
But I have always felt safest with you in the dark
I know you are nothing like him
So delicate, hands show such control
We both know you could hurt me
But you don’t

I know you would rather die
Than grow into his clothes