Walk beside me in the snow, our intertwined fingers performing nervous choreography as we pace circles over the worn paths and crumbling fountains shrouded in a mist which disguises the fluttering of my stomach and the stumbling of my heart.
Tell me the secrets you have hidden and sing the truths which felt too raw to expose to light and take mine in turn. Transform my vulnerabilities and insecurities into treasure.
Let the evening chill pierce our bones as we peel the layers of who we are and whisper quiet thoughts of who we may be together, a nebulous future built on locked eyes from across a room, the spark of lust and yearning and the hope of knowing some small piece of the impenetrable.
In the quiet dark, I will take a layer from you and feel your hungry eyes followed by the warm rawness of your skin against mine, my body a vulnerability turned masterpiece by your gaze. Your fingers are fumbling and my body shakes amongst the silent and unwavering heat that bubbles undeterred from something more animal than human.
Wake with me at the sound of the crows, the intimacy of silence and our contiguous limbs, the softness of your sheets, and the creeping knowing that to burn this bright for too long is folly. Look into my eyes, knowing that the unavoidable partner of elation is grief, that the inverse of companionship is desolation. Come with me, anyway.
Walk beside me in this snow knowing that the nature of all things is death. Devour me as I you until we are ash, the seeds of something new and separate. In this destruction, let us be strangers, eyes alight with the excitement which belongs to beginnings, the anticipation of the first, bated inhale and locked eyes from across a room.
