Old street lights and snow seem to flow just right
The way they dance smooth and gentle that’s my type
I want every angle inside its light
Just like you that January night

It takes a moment to appreciate pure beauty
So why not write it down and make it forever
Forever lost within your falling dance
Forever entranced by your bright essence

I want to blush at your ice cold looks
and embrace you in my warmth
Melting away your outer layers
To find your distinct physical pattern

You see these new lights don’t catch my eye,
they’re too tall and dim while you’re bright at the tip of my fingers
If I simply curl them I can bring a current my way
Catching snowflakes has never been more sublime

Howling winds bring shivers down my spine
Your cool kiss freezes the pumping red wine
If you whispered go deeper in a cold exhale
My body might just break with one last inhale

However, these fiery thoughts in my head,
Keep my heart pumping and my lips red
So, god forgive me I won’t be dead
I’ll stay in heaven in this bed

Old street lights and snow seem to flow right
But day will always conquer the night
Before it ends please hold me tight
I need every angle in your pure white light
-A.P