I’d melt in your houses.
I hide in blue shadows –
                  appearing only at night: 
 
                  a bride in a glittering veil,
pale and shining
as if lit from inside.
 
You offer me a snowman:
a frozen dummy
with eyes of coal.
 
But I want a husband
with a heart in my bed,
who’ll lie with me
 
where the snow’s blown
layer on layer like petals,
drifting to sleep in a heat
 
like hot sand, like ashes,
the water in his blood
turning to crystals of ice.