There is no forgiveness in this morning
It's beyond what my cold body
Is willing to compensate for
So piercing is the wet wind
That finds its way into
The tiny cracks of the scarf around my neck
Cooling me from top to bottom
In an overwhelming chill
So I wrap tighter, close the cracks
And think of your face as the sun
And you warm me, to the core
Pulling all that is safe towards me
I smell you in my shawl
And pull it closer to my face
So that it touches, like your palm
Mustering the strength to absorb
Every bit of you out of it
Until every drop has touched my skin
And seeped into my pores
And spread through me like fire
That takes away the cold
Of this unforgiving morning