Cold Black Night
There is a chill in the air tonight.
Not a welcome cooling breeze,
but the coldness that encroaches from my feet up,
filling me with a feeling of wintertime.
Days we walked arm-in-arm in our hooded jackets,
your feet exposed to the frigid Georgia wind and rain
in your persistent navy flip-flops.
We'd take long baths and light candles,
drinking coffee with our special creamers,
and cuddle together underneath the covers to keep the cold away.
You loved me then,
with a simple, joyful love, uncomplicated by time or regrets.
And I allowed myself to become encased by that love,
circling around my heart, inch by inch
until it was all my heart could know
encompassing my soul the way the snow under which we kissed
took over the earth,
blanketing my heart with a winter-thick layer
of impenetrable love for you and you alone.
And though I flourish in the warmth of the summer sun,
my heart feels as if it might melt,
your unyielding layer of devotion
threatening to thaw,
leaving it exposed once again to the elements.
And now I yearn for those cold nights once more,
and the simplicity that accompanied them.
Like kissing on a ferris wheel--
just the most natural acts of affection imaginable
the warmth and wonder inside my heart
contrasted against the cold black night.
Not a welcome cooling breeze,
but the coldness that encroaches from my feet up,
filling me with a feeling of wintertime.
Days we walked arm-in-arm in our hooded jackets,
your feet exposed to the frigid Georgia wind and rain
in your persistent navy flip-flops.
We'd take long baths and light candles,
drinking coffee with our special creamers,
and cuddle together underneath the covers to keep the cold away.
You loved me then,
with a simple, joyful love, uncomplicated by time or regrets.
And I allowed myself to become encased by that love,
circling around my heart, inch by inch
until it was all my heart could know
encompassing my soul the way the snow under which we kissed
took over the earth,
blanketing my heart with a winter-thick layer
of impenetrable love for you and you alone.
And though I flourish in the warmth of the summer sun,
my heart feels as if it might melt,
your unyielding layer of devotion
threatening to thaw,
leaving it exposed once again to the elements.
And now I yearn for those cold nights once more,
and the simplicity that accompanied them.
Like kissing on a ferris wheel--
just the most natural acts of affection imaginable
the warmth and wonder inside my heart
contrasted against the cold black night.