Cool foggy nights lit by the waxing moon
Chilled glass windows, and cement
Sharp air that pierces your lungs, which you breathe out as warmed clouds of life
Crunchy leaves, and then months later freezing snow beneath your winter boots
Frostbitten nose, and cheeks that are as red as Old Saint Nicks
Harsh jagged wind cutting at your smooth skin
And oh, does it feel so good
The pain of the cold, it's my odd lover
Raw icy toes, and fingers rubbed on by the frigid chill
And oh, my dear how I love it so
The cold nights sliding into bed, and under the covers when the sheets are cold against your flaming skin
Your bare feet on the biting wooden floors
And the frosty wind that pinches your cheeks
I want to inhale in the intense frost and numb the aching thoughts inside
Freeze them, and stay here so they never thaw
I would be fine with that, killing off my wretched soul with cold
And I would love to freeze my body right down to the bone
Because only then, would I be cold