ThisLoveIs

You’ve become a 
cold drink on
a hot day 
a warm bath 
on a cold 
dark snowy night 
a candle during 
a thunderstorm and 
an open window 
during the rain 
you soothe yet
you awaken like 
a balm to 
this old weary
heart and a 
mitten that holds 
the fingers of 
us snuggly together 
but still capable 
of molding and 
tossing those snowballs 
directly at those 
sweetest soft spots 
making us laugh 
at each other