frostly shock me

baby come back

and stay forever

like a cloud
melting and forming
raining and changing

and touching
the tops of the trees

and lollipop freeze
on my nose on the breeze

in my hair and on the frayed
bits of my fingerless gloves
and form mist on the heather
please descend

and frostly shock me
like Emily Bronte

getting chucked out of heaven
by the angels onto Haworth moor
baby come back and stay

like an ephemeral cloud with me 
raining and changing

and changing and raining
drifting on forever.