morning glory

​my heart stretches, expanding so little.

for all the accumulated space and time. i filled with books and music. paintings and sunrises. the counting of your moles.

i feel the ever pleasant ache of giving away some part of me to conserve another one of natures wonders. the icy thornes of frozen twigs. white branches glistening in the pale morning light. 
i breath in. the cold and ragged flickers of small wonders

you and me. in winter. 

your lips on mine – 

under blazing starlight,

among snow-covered trees.

raspy whispers fluttering across my frozen cheek. 

i stoke the cooling embers 

flames licking up my spine. ignited. 

and your skin. your touch. everywhere a tender caress.

bruises blossom around my hip bones.

a day, a year i feel your fire.

cold toes against your shin. 

under blanket forts we count the dancing snowflakes.