My breath fogged the window,
as I watched the snow fall
softly.
I
heard your feet drag
as you walked over the cow-skin rug;
feeling your eyes burning through my back
I kept my own glued to the somnolent scene outside
whilst I felt your resentment grow stronger and more absolute,
like a baby crocodile as it finally concludes that its purpose is to ****.
You walked into the kitchen, your anger tasting of cayenne and lemon
My deep exhale fogged up the window once again,
and my pupils dilated as I remembered
that we are one entity.
You are mine.
I am yours.
Yours.
Mine.
We.
I.