No ocean waves erasing.
Or sandy shores kissing calloused feet.
Just harsh sounds of silence on snowfall
and frost-bitten ears.
In these moments I am more wool
than water, than flesh.
Just quivering skin under knit.
You are there.
Flirting with warm days and sun rays,
where sky meets self until you radiate golden.
And I am here.
With my back towards the mountains
and wind whipping through my hair.