If you never met me,
would you still be the same?
Do you think of me when its dark
too dark to breathe
and you finally feel everything?
Is it my arms around you?  
Sometimes when I'm sleeping
I can dream of you
body against me and I just thank God
for making someone as purely imperfect as you
because you are,
in every breath and every movement,
metaphysical
If you believed in God
would I be of Him?
And now the snow outside
disappears against you and I'm heating up
my blood's gone rogue and its going to escape
when I think of you, invisible
against the stars

If I don't know where you are
can you at least tell me:
are you warm?