Cold Love

The night showering more fog than usual.

Numb feet parading the sly road,

Sweatshirts on top of another while snow slightly drizzling.

The cold is enough

to kiss my bare skin;

Yet unaccomplished is my soul within.

Waiting for the twitch of a complete hug.

The moment I unfurled the touch

tasting like heaven.

It melted with the intensity of heat

my love woven.

One touch and the cold wrapped me in his arms hugging my soul’s flame.

Rising my temperature to hundred Fahrenheit.

With the flavour of butterscotch icecream

I couldn’t fest the entire blame.