Your skin will forever contain winter.
Please forgive me for what I’ve done.
I will always see you covered in snow,
beyond my knowing touch but moonlight
still caresses your entirety and illuminates
where I am no longer able to reach.
Just remember that I knew warmth once,
that your embrace ignited some deep core,
I suspect it’s where stars collapse and form,
where rainbows burst and where fire towers.
Such a raw element needs no name
even now where your hand waits for mine.
Your skin will forever contain beauty and winter.
Please forgive me for what I’ve done.
