I will never be far away.

A nostalgia for the dark
will sweep through us,
sun setting earlier
on a clear sharp horizon.

The night air vibrant with breath
we closely exhale like sweet mist
as our lips draw ever near.

Soft winter kissed skin
telegraphing your every need,
gooseflesh at my fingerprints
slowly read like living braille.

Winter evokes in us what other
seasons never quite know how to touch.

When the snow begins to fall,
I promise to be a steady fire
that warms your beautiful core,
your constant in an ocean of chaos

I will never be far away.

A nostalgia for the stars
will sweep through us,
the inky black nights,
all constellations radiating
silver points we link as maps.

The night air humming,
perfumed with primal desire
when you draw ever near.

Soft winter kissed skin
telegraphing your raw love,
heart at my fingertips
slowly read pulse by pulse.

Winter evokes a want in us
that no other time of year can.

And when snow covers the earth,
I promise to be a steady flame
holding tight to your beautiful core,
the constant in the ocean of your eyes
flashing a secret smile for me.

I will never be far away.