a perk about
hopelessly romantic,

when the power
goes out
and the wind chill
is below zero
all those candles
you have
for sobbing
can raise
the ambient temperature
by a few degrees

may have to
die alone
but not
in the dark
or frozen.

when they find
my ice covered
the last thing
to cross
my chattering lips,
i love you,
a frigid
declaration in
crystalized mist
a cloud of
final exhalation
from these azure lips
made only
to kiss her.


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