it's winter and my feet slip-slide on the pavement ice // you're a warm drink on a cold day // maybe not, you're a fireplace blazing in the night // not quite that, you're a blanket bundled up in the chilly morning air // but that's not it either, you're the woolen gloves and thick sweater i skate with // no, you're the sunlight center in the woods where then animals hibernate til spring // i can't get it right. how do i tell you that you warm my heart, more than all of this ever could?

if ever i was warmth / to you, then that / makes it all worth it. / the sun’s light / shines because you see it, / the sun’s heat / because you feel it: / nothing truly exists unless we perceive it / according to science. / i hope you know / how precious you are to me / curled up under snow / and waiting for the spring. / i send these words / to steady you / to warm you / to tell you how much i love you. / i hope they are / enough.