just like i’m gonna swallow tons
of snowflakes in the white night.
the city’s so wide and bright tonight
i know i’ll completely disappear
in it, and reappear lively in my bed,
in someone-i-don’t-know-yet’s arms,
in yet’s arms
i’ll be wet with snow
-men dreams, covered with
invisible messages the someone traced
on my sleeping skin, while i was busy
waking up
every single breath fainting in my dream.
then this someone’ll fade into the morning
whiter than the night if that’s possible
at all, after not finding egg whites in the
blinding and blinking refrigerator.
i’ll rise from this no someone’s land
that’s my bed. my cat’ll make cookies
on me just like i’m a piece of sheet
or something.
i’m a piece of snow, man, can’t you see?
can’t you see
me – rolling in crispy snow, yet to discover
this someone’s message on my skin that screams,
i wanna see you
AGAIN.
*** This poem has been written for dVerse Poets Pub, tonight about invisibility. Context: tonight is the Nuit blanche in Montréal (literally white night, a series of cultural events that last all night long in the city, and prevent its inhabitants from sleeping – as this is what the expression faire une nuit blanche means: to not sleep at all during a night. I cheated and slept in my poem, somehow.***
Hiroshimem 
dang…intense A…i was thinking something a bit more sinister written on your skin…at least it seems that way at times when we end up there…and maybe it is the hope they want to actually see us
again.
Oh! Well it’s a good thing it wasn’t sinister. Imma hit the white, wild night and read your poem after 🙂
We have had so much snow, including tonight, that I definitely can identify with disappearing in it. And I like the idea of someone fading into morning whiter than the night. I see in your explanation you were talking about the ‘Nuit blanche’ which is a different kind of white, but still…for me….the meaning is the same.
Where do you live? It’s been snowing for the whole night here in Montréal.
White nights would mean the summer nights to me… the nights when the sun never totally leaves.. but I like this.. very nice Aimee..
True, Björn… I was in Norway once during the summer solstice, and it was a very white night indeed… But we (unfortunately) don’t get them down here, only heaps of snow. Thank you!
The white night of this is a wild embrace of a city’s shout — a big white Yes.
Thank you Brendan!
As I look out my window, it indeed white as snowing white ~ I get the feeling of being buried under all that snow, whiter than the night ~ The refrain, can’t you see & ending verses also resonated with me ~
Good to see you at D’verse ~
Thank you Grace!
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I really like that stanza. A very intense poem.
Thank you!
runs beautifully…there is a hint of darkness in the bright white-ness of the snow.
always… black and white go hand in hand 🙂 thank you
Ah ! such a lovely thought with snow. Sadly there wasn’t much snow in England this year and much rain instead 🙂
Oh, I can’t bear rain in the winter…