Thigh to thigh,
this park bench,
is crystallized in dewy rain drops,
3 a.m. eyes and you still look,
perfect,
tussled hair and jacket around waist,
yielding two new york styled hot dogs,
in the snowy daze,
smothered in ketchup,
you lick the residue from your fingers,
as you pass me one,
the steam rises and evaporates into the air,
my entire body relaxes,
as you place your arm,
around my shivering sides,
and squeeze me,
keeping the warmth between us,
I melt into your body,
leaving no trace of me,
except the scent of,
lavender and ocean breeze.