It's never a day for nays,
even when it's freezing over,
there's always a way to warmth,
there's always a fire we can find.
Your hand is sleet in pink,
snuggling to find desire,
I can only murmur you a sigh,
when summer's buried in the ground.
And so, on a wintry morning,
I have your cold nose in my neck.
And I think, with a small smile -
we are together, so I forget the rest.
In Dhundlod on 28th January 2015
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