in the brave glow of a streetlamp in a deep
cold midwestern winter-- the stars shone, and so did i--
snow falling into the orbit of our circle of light,
your hand braided through mine.
i remember you, here, just like this:
warm and solid, admiring, unmoving,
an anchor of appreciation and affection.
our faces cold from the winter wind, my hair
whipped into untameable shapes, bright eyes,
and your lips were cold on mine.
i remember you, here, just like this.