earlier today

ice cracked under my boot

snow did not give enough to show tracks

between my scarf and toque my tears

frozen upon my cheeks

now I sit

listening to purple rain

you sing along

your fingers coax embryonic mittens into form

and that fine outlint to the silhouette

reveals the fine blonde hairs

of your arms and shoulder

 

I watch you and think about how cold it is outside

But not in here.

 

Not by a country mile.