Verglas

Whenever we hold hands, you apologize for how cold yours are, something about the circulation in your fingers.

But that never stopped me from holding them tightly, feeling the frost melt in my palm

Losing sight of your face for just a moment as the steam rises between us

Until the heat itself leaves us gasping from the humidity and the windows of the car fog over.

I don’t mind.

It feels like I’m bringing life back to your hands, how your hands bring life back to me

The only reason my body is so warm is because the blood flows,

Flows for you, for moments like this

Where I can just hold you

And those moments freeze over and everything is still

Must be the circulation in the air