Four Below Zero

Iridescent air,
the outside of a pearl, and
inside, you and I.

Sunshine in the pines,
we stop to play with light, cold
lashes blink rainbows.

Afloat with you, I
cannot remember feeling
a love quite this way.

On the white road home,
extremities succumb, and
on the inside, warmth.

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