it was a
winter kind of love,
the kind that spoke with eyes, actions and bodies.
because the chill and cold didn't matter when limbs became
neither did words. they weren't enough.
why did one have to say, "I love you,"
when it could be spoken through fingers on the spine and lips
on the collarbone?
it was the need for presense.
for keeping the hands from getting numb, and making the cheeks
because there's no such thing as too close when it was
it was a winter kind of love,
the kind that melted like the snow.