Forward marches the bitter snow across the fields far away. Although we can not see it, we can feel it.
Back and forth our awkward bodies collide with the bed, twisted in the blankets waking from a nightmare, where Jack Frost plays suitor with our toes.
A distant howl reminds us the wind does not sleep.
We know, we could die here. Fog on the windows, frost on the floor.
Our words vanish in smoke, a cloud of helpless heat let go.
I roll over and find you, your body heat thriving against all odds, and i know im safe.
Safe here, with you.