Poetry: February, Part 2

 

February, Part 2

The convenience store aisles

declare love:

something that melts

on the tongue 

like snowflakes

that vanish

faster than they fall.

We could lose ourselves

in tender distraction

toss aside language

for touch,

pausing only for a moment

to wonder 

if this wandering is a lure 

toward sugar-coated dreams.

Or- if we are lucky-

something that lasts

longer than chocolate-

like a blessing

or the way home.