I watched as you put
that cancer stick
to your lips.
Your hood was pulled over your head,
your blond hair was sticking out in different directions.
I continued to stare as you
breathed out smoked and freezing carbon dioxide.
Snow started to stick to your lashes.
They stood out,
made your blue eyes pop as your darkened lashes were speckled with white
snow.
I pulled the beanie down farther over my ears
as you glanced at me.
A shiver ran down my spine and you pulled me to your side.
I waited impatiently as you finished
smoking.
I was cold.
It was so gorgeously beautiful out here,
I wanted to stay.
If only I were dressed to play in the powdered dream.
Dreams fell in flakes
sticking to your eyelashes
making your cheeks burn a bright red.
You ran your hand over my spine and paused at my neck.
Your eyes were looking at the top of my head.
Were you debating brushing the flakes off of my black beanie?
Or were you thinking of sitting on the couch with me?
I waited for you to finish
as I knew we would share a large cup
of
hot chocolate inside
afterwards.