Snow falling:
I brought some home to her
Late yesterday
(Figment of my imagination)
she had a taste
Which I was asked to satiate
This extra-large piece of Italian dessert
she eats now in bed with an espresso
And summons me to come and see
how much they gave her—a generous helping—
My love a tiramisu in the lap of luxury 
it makes me happy to see her so 

I salivate myself like you, Walter
On a morning white and creamy like the topping
On a lady’s finger—the freshly
Fallen snow
Flakes of cocoa and the taste of amaretto.