If your head were a
3D object in an
animation software
I would have sliced it open
horizontally
just to see if
among clouds of
technicolour thoughts
like chalk dust in the wind,
there were crevices
with thoughts of me.
If you cut mine open,
you would know,
it’s been snowing in there
since we met –
soft, white and peppery,
every snowflake shines
when the light
streams in just right,
and each one looks like you.