Damn the Dream

This time it was cold outside and we tread on a light sheet of snow
Bundled beyond recognition of form, only our hands and faces out
We paused for a comment face-to-face
And suddenly it was lips slightly parted, warm against the cold
It was again and again, each time as soft and melting
Each time different - together straight, to the slight side, just parallel or crossed,
the corners, full front, top, bottom only-
Two ribbons of soft there each time, satin, velvet, cotton, silk ribbons of warm, snow-dream love
Mine, little moments of mine for the span of a touch, again and again and again
‘til I lost my breath
and awoke

Blew the candle out and stared into the night
To keep the dream at bay, lest it release a memory

To eat at my mind and tear my flailing heart