It is too cold this January
to not intertwine.

Permit, if you will,
my hands to mesh with yours.
Please, allow me to rest my head upon your chest
for a brief moment;
scrutinize the heart that pounds
within.
Please, consent my eyes
as they stare yours down,
triangulating on every weakness.

May I kiss you?
On the cheek and then the neck
and perhaps, the mouth?