I wish my hands weren’t so cold
because when winter hits
I won’t be able to warm your own

all I wish is that I could warm this hold
my finger have
twisted into the fabric of your favorite sweater
or the locks of hair blocking the dying moonlight from love struck eyes

you tell me not to worry
as early frost reaches across white spreckled windows
all the ice does is preserve
and you wish you could keep this
longer than the snow storm lasts

so you kiss my knuckles
and pray to freeze in the moment
to keep your lips where they belong
and your heart where it begs to fade away