A Dish Best Served Cold

Is Love the excuse
As the bitter cold
Seeps into every nook and cranny
O’er me.

My shivering distracts
As my absent mind
Wanders and contemplates
Climbing a mountain
Living in Alaska
Or staying warm here, tonight
Now.

Even though my head is bowed
I sense her
That unencumbered warmth radiates through me
Stealing an upwards glance
Her smile
Her eyes
Revealed to me
Oh sweet redress
I succumb
And feel myself
Being swallowed
Again.

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