I love the winters, so cold
They freeze these streaming layers
Into a numb.
It is in winter that I can think.
In these fogy mornings
Where I begin.
The air, crisp,
The sun, a blazing beam
And in between, is I:
Oozing hot and cold
From your pulse
So incorrectly read by me.
I reflect against the curve of your lips.
Hide under the shades of your lids.
And then I point a finger at you.
Look at me shinning through your skin.
Lover, where do I even begin
Ask me for my strength
Then cup your hands
I need you.
Like the winter I love so much.
Freeze over these aching layers
And calm me.
Or let me melt through, instead
And be born again, in Snow.