blanket forts and cups of tea
mother's old quilt hand stiched together
worn at the seams
castles of pure white snow
melt into rivers, transform into seas
we float among the rubble
eyes turned to the frosty sky
hazed, glazed over.
Plumes of smoke pour from our lips
we move to embrace from touching finger tips
intermingled in the cold of december
dancing drunk out in the yard
the neighbours call the cops,
we are singing too loud.
The lights they spun, the siren screamed,
your all that I have imagined.
all we have is each other till the sun comes to shine light on our eyes
when it hits morning
may I have this dance with you,
the only witness, the man on the moon.