I fed another log to the stove
Then pressed my lips to your nose. “You stay
Warm. I’ll grab dinner.” You smiled, “I’d much
Rather go,” and sat up with a groan.
After ransoming the car, we shoved
Off into the sea of snow. I played
“Anchor” by Novo Amor. You clutched
Your collar as the air bit your bones.
Then, casting aside your calfskin gloves,
You laced our fingers, as if to say:
“It is better to freeze with your touch
Than to run in the sun on my own.”
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