My warm winter fresh
Blazing snowflakes touch my nose
tingles of the warmth\'s mesh
I feel coldness instead, through my sews
Crunching of a white bed against my footing
taken aback to that one place
a place of love and soothing
a warm body in a meet of his face
I listen to the whooshing of winter rain
something impossible, stays awake
still reaching for the stars with pain
I embrace and rid the warmth in vain