under my feet the crunch of snow

5 degrees or so

The lights are getting brighter or

My eyes are getting warmer

It was brief

Subtle

Did it even occur?

There is no evidence except

The feeling of warmth in my body while I’m

Surrounded by the coldest of

Nights

In my town

You were like wine

From the moment you touched my

Lips

And then swished into my mouth

Gulped you down like

I was separating the alcohol

One by one

And it settled in my stomach

Like a toxic hug that

Shouldn’t be there

And you stayed

For a night and

Disappeared like we didn’t exist

The evidence of your being is little

But the feeling of your existence is significant

I’m back home now sitting in front of

The fire

Trying to finish this

Poem

But I’m so cold

The Mundane Artist