...

yeah, I remember you
telling me how you like it
when it's cold,
how good to feel the wind prickle
your skin, like needles
sewing invisible threads
on you arms and neck.
but see, what I like about the cold
is how much more I feel
the warmth of a jacket, how
you could be in this twin-sized bed,
right now,
ignoring its squeaky metal frame and
snuggling close to me, for warmth,
our cold hands and cold feet touching
under three-layered blankets;
your warm breath at the surprised
contact.
(poem by jacob dominguez) image 1 + poem found on 'flickr'image 2 + 3 from 'weheartit'