from her scarlet tongue, the lies she spoke

Days like today, the silver days that are frothed with yesterday’s snow and new-falling flakes, are the days when my heart yearns for you. The taste of you, cinnamon and woodsmoke on my tongue. The touch of you, like a fire burns beneath your skin to warm my bones. I miss your heart, your strength. 

But the snow is unyielding, as are the miles between us. I’ll curl up by the fire and watch the tree lights dance through half-lidded eyes and know that Christmas is the time we were built to love fiercely. I’m half-scared-dreaming of the day when I can show you Christmas in my city and, perhaps, just perhaps, never say farewell to either of you. The lights of New York are unrivaled, and the lights in your eyes call me home.