swimming in winter
drowning in february grey
we dip our heads under rising steam
cheeks blush, fingers wrinkle
clouds borne from lips kiss wandering phantoms
we gather snow, burning hands red
clutch it close to our chests
squealing as we fall back to warmth
a frozen ache held tight
like a secret
like a crush
like a pocket of personal ecstasy
an afterimage of desire
keenly cold where there should be fire
a fleeting moment dissolves
into tepid memories of gooseflesh
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