When it snows

The world grows closer to my skin
touching, pricking, teasing at the surface,
and I close my eyes like I always have
breathing in… out… in… out…
just like I always have

My head whirls, it rocks and sways
as if I’m cold, floating somewhere in the season
unable to hear or feel a thing above the surface,
there isn’t any chance of coming out of this today

But all of these corrupted lines blur out
as I wait the wrath of the rising sun or toil away the night
till my sighs freeze in this winter heat,
the kind that blinds you from the cold
and sears at the places beneath the flesh

Still, I’ve tricked my nerves into this numbing repetition,
into the thoughts of a notable detest for someone like me…
but whom ever waits the snow would be a fool in my eyes,
I’d much rather turn a purple-blue from underneath its blankets

Yet my mind overflows with the sense of wanting you
and my mouth with the notion of being somebody
when I find something hiding in the desires of your stares,
but it’s all falling off the tracks,
cracking the ice beneath our heels,

So just stay still for a moment and put my palm against yours,
let me ignore these shattering truths for a little while longer
whilst you touch away my decency and tears
and  kiss me one last time before you go,
one last time before I crash through the illusion of a velvet snow