your skin, as priceless
as her leather birkin
baked to be swaddled
in winter pristine
yet divinely warm
and quaintly fringed
and freckled
with snow angels.
your heart, as sweet
as confectioners sugar
fine white blizzard over
a slice on plate
endearingly minute
yet as necessary
as a parachute
for those who fall for you.

(Source: pinksubmergence)