raison d’être

Frosty december,
laughing on the floor.
This is our peak,
whispering behind closed doors.
 
Darkened walls,
moments in slow motion.
Arm in arm,
capturing passing notions

Lucent smiles,
pillows under heads.
Elysian state,
fighting over beds.

Backseat conversations,
hearts on strings.
Frost bitten trees,
apricity sings.