February

A moonlite path,

the crunching of snow.

Arm in arm,

we walk.

The coldness of the night

dances across our cheeks.

Twinkling stars fill the night sky,

like shattered pieces of the moon.

You gaze at me,

eyes shining with the past.
You're nervous,

but,

so am I.

Untouchable for both,

we long for each other's touch.

A simple kiss.

Poisen to our lips.

But not that kind that wishes death.

The sweetest indulgence.

Like an addiction,

love.