homeward bound

thursdays // fall

I met a beauty queen, age 19, Thursday 
when snow goes hard in my home city's fray

Her body is cold, our conversation's snow
I'm addicted, she's my cocaine and she knows
more about dirty talk than me, walking in
my room in black lingerie like what do I know she's cold

I find myself under the sheets yelling let it snow
rubbing noses and smiling, I'll call her snow
she's my addiction, heart is titanic
but I try not to panic because her dress is wrapped

around her skin and I'm stuck her I'm frozen
and I'm praying this season never ends