The Cold of January
Imagine being so warm again
Hot chocolate simmering on the stove
sounds so inviting to the steaming polutan
I'll eat my crisp tuyo slowly to last till tomorrow.
I promised myself some hot coffee later
and hurry inside till the fog turns to snow.
Now I forgot I'm too old to be this happy
My body smarts from the heavy blankets
and your grin after so much mischief
as I tease your frozen fingers clumsily.
I enfold you and lead you to a little dance
working up a sweat on that sweet warm skin.
Let's do this every year in the cold
until that time when the cold front fades
or the weather breaks to rain and puts puddles
to the floor.
leaving us these intentions and recollections
of the warmth of this world.