I like it. I'm not really sure what its about, but I dont think I'm supposed to? It really did pull me in and grasp my attention though, so keep up the good work!

Thank you! I tried to tie the physical cold with the woman's predatory habits. In that way I think she's a bit like a vampire. I also wanted to emphasize how isolated they are, which enables her but also draws them together for want of warmth. I struggled with the last two lines especially so I'm glad it worked. I picked "widow's list" in particular due to its assonance with "risky wish."

I read this poem a couple hours ago on my way to work and it's still on my mind. I love it. I was gripped throughout and it flows freely, it was an easy read.

I love the constant references to themes of death and cold which tie in together beautifully as the poem progresses.

The poem ended perfectly as you call back to the opening where he names his risky wish and it seems it comes true. 

Great work friend.

Thanks for your feedback! It does take place on a ski slope, a subject with which I'm not experienced, but the first two lines just came to me out of the blue. I initially was going to title it "The Fates in Vail" but I picked "Speed Dating" to be more punchy. Literally they're skiing at high speed, but also the narrator doesn't know his date very well.
I was hoping someone would notice the connection between "black diamond" and "widow's list" referring to a black widow spider.

Reading the title, I didn't expect the ski metaphor (if that's actually what it is...?) but I think it's still a very well-written and articulate poem. I really appreciate the foreshadowy bits in the first two stanzas, and the contrast in the last stanza of the pillowtalk and the "widow's list." I really enjoyed reading!



“Man, name your risky wish,” she said on the climb.  
I thought about death on a black diamond.  
We were stuck in a frigid airlocked lift;  
I dreamt of my quiet fire-stoked cabin,  
which she’d call a secluded tomb.


At the summit she was pretty fast,  
all alpine snowshoes in the lonely wind.  
She lured me as the slopes grew colder;  
we two gathered for the skin-tight ritual   
that she said she’d wear on her sleeve.  

We lost our bodies in my cabin,  
I traced my tongue across her wintry skin.  
“Does Vail chill your beating heart?” I asked  
when she shivered in our nest of love.  
“I need you, skin, sinew and blood,” she said  
and cut my name into her widow’s list.  

    Links:
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/7beuyc/let_me_just_fall/dpmu01g/
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/7bllo9/a_diary_i_never_wrote/dpmue10/