Beautiful People
Beautiful people
Like the virgin snow
are like the snow.
Easy to penetrate,
Ever-changing,
And cold.
Try not to hold
or cling to them.
The wish can hurt.
Give them not
the warmth
of your emotions.
With warmth
they melt
and slip through your fingers.
And leave you
With an empty chill.
Walk away
After the first feel.
Throw the snowball
soon as you can.
Then you may remember
you've held it,
touched it,
and felt it.
The feeling is warm.
It will stay with you
long as you wish.
It's your own.
That's all that's your own.