snow queen


you thought you were the snow queen
a white fluff Barbie Doll of seduction
and I was afraid of you
a cowering chicken in your storm

you drifted deep over me
driven by north winds Canada hail
you sat on the cross bar of my bicycle
acting so innocent like thin ice

you danced like a snowflake
a lotus footed sprite
a fifth grade siren 
laughing at my puberty

you caught me on a winter day
hiding in blankets
in the back seat 
of your Mother's green Honda

you seduced me
evil snake girl laughing
frightening Roy Rogers
off my B.V.D.'s



		© Chuck Beals   January 1999