could i have your kiss
between blue and red
between ice and frozen slush
of a winter carnival palace
could the gentle moment
of of your intimate touch
be frozen in a instant
on the edge of a river
that is a frozen lake
that generated blocks of ice
for the kings and queens
of saranac lake
could the angel of my desire
tilt her head and close her eyes
and move the stars above me
while i cash in on my winnings