Orange Heart

the first snow in your arms,
I melt into orange fire.
I move inside your skin,
like a rat in a maze,
to find your heart.
Its not there,
I panic
I writhe
I cry.
Its hidden from me.
The second snow in your arms,
and again the fire consumes me
searching and searching
I'm blind.
I wonder why I panic so
my own heart thunders in my chest
each flake,
and another clap-beat.
sleep carries you
as you inhale the winter wind
I kiss your exhale,
a breeze of leafy green,
and virgin white.
it dries my tears and blows on my fire
as it nears the thunder
and then no longer am I blind.
ear on your chest
I hear nothing.
hand on my own,
I feel them both.