cold snap

it’s the first snowfall of the season,

your eyes glaze over as the frost bites your ear

and when you turn to look at me,

the ice freezes over once more.

i sob against the cacophony of laughter and shrieks.

my hands are thrust towards the blanched ground,

pulsing with the primordial urge to burn away my longing.

you whisper something to me

and i crash through the gates

like a wild wolf whistling through wind.

is there another existence where all my running is towards you?

is there some plane of being where i can have you and not just know you?

is there some tangibility for us where my lips are as close to you as the snowflake tickling your philtrum?

i wish i could have told you then and there —

that all my seasons were for you;

my summer rays and spring meadows,

my autumn leaves and winter breeze,

the heat against my nape,

the rime below my feet,

my november blues

and my april tunes,

my annual rotation,

my ultimate damnation.

all my seasons were for you,

all my seasons were for you.