In this winter's bite— tonight you're close to me. Tighter than my silk-blanket cuddlin' my blight-skin, warm from outside but freezing me in. Your hot hugs free my white, frost fingers which can't shiver anymore, As soft snow's twilight on spiky icicles. You're so close to me, You're the cold breeze that moulds my sleet lips in splintered ice, So the more I breathe more I take you in and frost my heart, But you smoke me out. Your delicate touch feels like snowflakes flakin' into my scars, your cool kisses numb me with love, like glacial water flooding from ice sheets making my boiling blood, freeze in my heart. Now I'll never let this iceberg melt out of my blanket: and cause an avalanche. You are so close to me, Nearer than my own shadow which withers off in blizzards walking naked in ice storms and fleeting in chilling white mist, Slushed somewhere I can't find now. Last winter you were with me, We swayed along the snowy grass, Gently tracing our hearts on dripping, window glass. We skied down the vanilla valleys filled with flurries of love, watching the shiny Sun slowly flirting— you away from me. For now you're the frost dew, scattered on my flaky lips, a slight smile shatters my icy ribs. In this lonely night, you are closer than the thoughts in my mind, You live within me but not with me, anymore. You're the warmth to someone's winter while I sit here, alone peeking out of my weeping window, watching the fragile trees slowly shed— away the heavy snow. © RG