We sit in winter snow

Juxtaposed in red and blue

Tiny flares in a sea of white

Swimming, frostbitten,

To connect to each other’s warmth

As we slowly turn to icicles

Our noses cold even inside

Rubbing them together

Because our lips have been

Frozen shut

By words that belong

In summer or spring

So we stare

Straight at the wall

Waiting for the world

To crumble down in

Front of us into

A new ice age,

Where we can be

Cold, and close

Forever.