snow angel

Finding the strands of string buried in the snow, I pulled, my breasts and breathe heaving with strain. My black garb contrasting in the world of white, sound is dimmed, color's muted. Where my sexuality isn't questioned. My past erased like pawprints. Future disappearing like icy plumes in front of my face. A neverending pile of string behind me. Still I tug. Until, attached, I found my snow angel naked before me. She's shorn but never trembles in the chill air, her wings feathered and expansive as the sky. Standing on tiptoes, we kiss, and her embrace is warmly intoxicating.