The Light and the Sound

when we fall asleep against the radiator
you can let the heatwaves sink into your skin
as the lavender petals soak up the rain water
after the first spring mist. your feet wander
over my legs as we slumber in your sheets
with the winter wind whipping against the windowpanes
until my eyes open—the sound of the chill
makes me lean in, kiss your face
like the frost on the window sill.
your forehead is cold.

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