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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