if it were December every day,
sugar and ice...
memory frozen halfway through the thought
lips press to the sculpture....
who's?
...and maybe I'll stay,
trapped in the endless twilight
a snowglobe, a prison....
blue eyes staring out,
pleading to you....
arms hold tightly to the present,
wrapped around me...
your icy skin challenging the
sharp, frozen wind....
memory thawing, breaking through, trying to be seen
slowly remembering why
lips are so cold...
who the sculpture should be....
and now
I know...
who you are
why this is
and your coal dark eyes
plead to mine
this time...
"stay...."
and I smile....
and I reach up to you....
and our thawing lips touch....
and I stay
Author notes
it's this mix of boredom, migraine, and Jesse. i was texting him and the first part of it came out, he said it was beautiful, then i decided to add on 
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