Although it's only the color of amber--
outside feels like the turning of the days
have lasted a life time. I tend to shy away from
the cold. Rolling and rolling, I question
the night that has promised me a day.
While the shudders of your shoulders creep-
in broad daylight,  I ask again.

Maybe the bold colors I gave were
limitation to how I felt. I say
"Would you?" a soft whisper in the corner of my mind
but you answer me truthfully and then
it's like that winter two years ago all over
rolling and rolling I tend to seek the same experience and once it's done, and I've licked my fingers.