A little escapeMature

As the air
gets colder
you & I
get warmer
and the little things
that are not so good
fall away
just for a moment
that moment
matters most
with our fingers interlocked
wrapped in each other's arms
if only for awhile
we escape
to a land
meant for more than we allow
but this time
we are on a hill
under the night sky
with the taste of each other
just within grasp
our veins
cooler than summer
calm to the touch
sleeping away
all but each other
blocked & hidden
from a world so cold.

The End

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