winter light

beautiful boy,
you are summer nights.
you are too-hot too-heavy sheets
and the insatiable urge
to drive all night
to find the right place
to see the stars.

gorgeous boy,
you are an august thunderstorm.
you are the world after the rain
when everything shines
in the emerging light,
and breathing in
the scent of new beginnings.

wonderful boy,
you are the sunlight on the coldest days.
even when it gets too dark too soon,
you remind me that
not even december frost
lasts all year.

and even at
the end of all things,
I would be honoured
to let you melt my ice.


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