How We Bake Bread With Snow

Loving you all day is exhausting and hilarious,
the way you swerve into rapture when i kiss you
and return suspended in joy when our eyes lock
beneath the seeing of Ourselves Naked,
your laughing eyes are not a quandary. but better yet
an answer to a prayer
i forgot.

But
how we bake bread with snow
is our secret.

and
Love is
not.