when winter comes I'll keep you warm.
under an over coat stitched and stretched with ninety yards of first kisses. oak moss and sweet smoke from an antique pipe. big enough to never lose, strong enough hold us everywhere we go.
when winter comes we'll pull on our lovely sweaters and watch our hot breath become cold clouds and dance away. we'll watch the birds leave. we'll skid across the parking lot on our heels, giggling our way to the ground, dragging one another.
taking turns
collapsing from
laughter.
when winter comes you won't be dead. when winter comes you'll still be here beside me like always. because I need someone to keep warm.
except... no,
not someone.
you.