Love Song in Winter

In comes an air,

That is cold.

And how it suddenly warms at just the touch,

Of your lips.

It stings my skin,

And my nose,

Now rose coloured burns with tightness and a difficulty,

Breathing.

But you pull me closer,

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And hug me.

Testing how much one can love another human,

With your presence.

I can’t feel my hands,

My gloved hands,

Until you hold them in yours and rub them slightly,

And they thaw.

I admire your silhouette.

When you leave.

But then when you step out of view I can’t take it,

And begin to miss you.