Cold Air

I feel her in the frost

That kisses my lips and bites my tongue.

She is the cold air that burns my lungs

And the stiff wind that numbs my skin.

Not that she is cold; contrarily,

Her warmth is something unparalleled.

It’s just that all that heat didn’t belong to me

Just fire, slipping through my fingers.

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