The Myth of Us

Snow falls hard.Whiteness equally distributesthroughout the pond.I raise the blindsletting the light illuminate you.I nuzzle under your space,burrowing into oblivionas you gather my heatwatching serenity poundingagainst the sweaty windows.I raise your arm to wrap youaround like a coatfeeling foreign…I’ve never experienced this before.The beauty of the outdoorsis nothing like the one insideas I inhaletaking your smell through the pillow,your nose caving into my hair,your breath warming my neck.I want nothing else.I can’t imagine the many memoriesthis will conjure upin the futurewhen I lay witnessingsnow falling,erasing the pastwhile making roomfor the myth of youand meforever….