Snow White wished she could be sunshine

the coldest hands

I ever felt

were wrapped up in velvet

everything fresh fallen

crunches beneath one's feet

and insinuates satisfaction

raven hair

imitated midnight

unapologetic black

skin shines against

eyelashes dripping

after the rain

pressed to her

pomegranate lips

passion puckers

apples are expected

unruffled by the threat

of slumber