My arms so cold, my fingers numbed with chill,
Some colossal aloneness threatens my will,
The door is locked shut and the windows slammed tight,
The room is ignorant of a single speck of light,
Cuddled beneath fleece, but still in Siberian state,
The tears are coming down at fuller, faster rate.
A single whisper from your lips tumbles deep into my heart,
Breathless in awe; stupefied, by your simple threaded art,
A summery blush upon my face, the warmth comes from within,
I’m lusting, trusting, just adjusting; how do we begin?
You try to hide your confession in your little nervous way,
Your silly little antics hidden on display,
I tell myself I’m not yet ready to open up my eyes,
But I feel that us together can conquer cobalt skies.
Mozart-coloured fantasy warps around my dreams,
You and me, together, love to new extremes.