My darling blue eyed Russian boy
who is not Russian.
Your breath icy cold in the night’s air,
floating between us spiralling upwards like
smoke.
I kiss your eyes
wanting you later to caress my thighs
and run your fingernails down my back.
I squirm into you, you press into me,

Loved up, drugged up .

You brought me gloves
I brought you socks

Together we huddled by the fire
seeking warmth, there was
none.
Every star visible
your soft skin next to mine.

Nothing beats
hearing your heart
beat.