Violets in January
I await a cold day
to breathe in the perfume off your very skin;
and feel the velvet of your clothes
tuck into the ridges of my fingerprints;
and see your breath in the curve of the candles and smoke rising in front of us
and I don’t wish for more than this
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I await a cold day
that I refuse to wear mittens on
because I’ll take any opportunity
to feel the way our palms fold together
in silent prayer inside one of our pockets
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I await a cold day
that I will taste ice on my tongue
and lick the air with sharp chorded laughter
at the joy of hearing you whisper in my ear
at the lightest touch of your voice on the back of my neck
I’ll get goosebumps
but not from the chill
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I’ll bring you violets out of season
only to have you knock them from my hand
when I meet you in an embrace
on the cold day I await.
@the-doomsday-kid
