By Sam Vaknin (palma@unet.com.mk)
Date: 28 June 2000

Snowflake Haiku

Where I begin 
your end 
snowflake haikus 
melt into 
crystalline awareness. 
  
I guard 
your quivered sleep. 
Your skin beats moisture. 
The beckoning jugular 
that is your mind. 
  
My pointing teeth. 
  
A universe 
of frozen sharp relief, 
the icy darts your voice 
in my inebriated veins 
in yours.