The Snow Queen Dreams She Has A Heart

I could call you Kai,
Or I could call you Snow, just as easily.
It's cryogenics
That makes your lips blue,
That makes my hands seem warm,
A somnambulance of frost and white bees swarming.
Is it really freedom if I give you a choice?
If I call you Gerda,
Or Reindeer?
If I keep you in summer always, or always winter?
In the south, or the north, of the world.
I could give you all the pieces,
Each unique as a tear or a rose,
Each one the same.
It isn't really language, love.