"won't you hold me?"
i shouldn't.
my hands are too cold to touch your bare skin.
but you, ignoring my warning, take my hand
and place it on your neck,
and shiver violently at my frigid touch,
and i realize then,
feeling how warm you are, melting my numbed fingers,
how little i understand you-
or rather-
how little i understand of love.
you close your eyes and grit your teeth,
smiling all the same.
how you chose to suffer-
you, warm and pure skinned,
you chose to suffer goosebumps and chill,
feigned need for me,
just to warm my wretched and frozen hands.
