Popcorn

Crescent moon eyes with cheeks bunched up below

A smile and laugh that creates warm swells

The small moments of interest you show

You ask what I am doing, so I tell.

You tease, I tease back — these moments cherished

Icy and wet 

The air cold and crisp 

 As unmarked as a fresh piece of paper 

Powder covering the ground in a snug blanket 

“I swear, if you do that one more time-”

“Like this?”

“Do NOT kick that! Do you want to die?”

“Is that a threat?”

“Ugh, no.”