hypothermia of mussels, or untitled

Footprints walking our snowy, sandy place The silence, oh, how she makes it nimbus — The waves unchanged after falling snow crown, Someone else in you and I; remember — ? I look for the heart of these ebbing shells. The cleanup of sea froze to this blizzard. In my mouth, her hair — tongue stirs minuet Through silver glitter of ice, nor'easter. Like a whipped fish hanging onto a dock, Through a tipping sun in your Aqua eyes, Like the snow — a chilly buoy's heartthrob; Will the ocean between us melt in time — ? Another white wing like frost from seagulls On frigid beach's body; letters traced — Within the surf, our names' wipeout; and still Winter goes without us, in snow and gray.