” Diamonds can’t keep me warm “

Winter night swarms above us as boreal wind and lunar luminescence craddle the trees and buildings. We walk hand in hand while souls scurry in small slivers pressing through cappilary and tendon, bone and muscle rendering each breath that collapses upon my flesh. Those words, the meaning, how they are clear and veracious. I long for these times together, where my spirit and flesh press until seamless, flesh matting, mortared with sweat and a promise. A promise which holds no end.