you look good in gloves
you look like a snow-girl
bundled up
coat buttoned up and
that scarf that you always don
and the neck it’s on
the neck you hide
and the cold that dons
on you a persistent blush
that makes my heart swarm
blood in your cheeks
filling; to warm
I want to kiss them
and I want to kiss your ears
you hide.
behind woven cloth and conscience
still, though, poorly—
I can see your purity
and beauty
you’re cold out here
yet your smile stays warm
we approach, I think
but you yield
and I yawn
