Winter

The kiss in the cold is preferred
Its promises something that is eventually betrayed
And gives something different
The weather is gray and the wind blows cold
The kiss begins promising warmth
A sharing of the heat we both possess
The contact between us is exciting, selfish
But is soon realized to be something unexpected

There is no heat
Your lips stay blue
The spit that should stain the skin around our mouths
Stays retreating at the back of our tongues
The kiss does not connect the warmth we contain
Rather it confirms how separate we really are

A new feeling of dissatisfaction accompanies the act
Despite this tragedy the kiss continues somehow
And its intensity grows
A yearning develops in both our souls to find resolution
And chaos ensues
The spit that hides comes forward on our tongues
The heat that had no presence floods to our faces
And throughout our bodies

Our arms grab at what is guarded by the clothes
We wore to shield us from the cold
And breath begins to come quick
The cold burning our lungs and stinging our nostrils
The wind picks up and whips at our faces, our exposed hands
We are exhilarated by this victory over the weather
We are separate no longer
The kiss climaxes

And ends

(There we stand gasping, eyes closed with our foreheads touching, your hands on my chest and my arms around you, the steam of our breaths surrounding us, and when I look at you I see a face flushed, wet and happy)