I imagine my ecstasy as a cold winter night
The freezing cold, nothing but our bodies to keep us warm
Our words translate into mists that float from out breaths into the atmosphere, yelling the world if our love
Lips, though chalked, re-moist themselves in an entangled bliss of kisses
Eyes, though misty, see nothing but a euphoric future in clear sight
Hands, oh the hands! Yes, the cold froze the hands but they still search and wander and knead skin with such grace, such want….such raw need
“Touch me”
“Keep me warm”
“Promise we’ll always be cold”
We’re shaking and the wind is only getting worse
We have no choice but to be closer
We can’t fight this war. No, not tonight
The winter won’t have it
“What now?”
We entangle ourselves in the curse that is love, in the euphoria of the moment, in the nostalgia that is to come, in the winter that is the ecstasy that I dream of…fantasize about…want.
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