girlfriends hands touch in the morning
a ward against the day
in final soft and nestbound moments
our digits bid we stay
while chilblains trace my winter's span
the season has us two
i feel your fingers wrapped in mine
we'll have our season too
and girlfriends hands on weekday's morning
one will go or stay
following just one final kiss
a ward for time away
our bodies grow apart and then
at night again as one
collective breath of healing grace
the cold becoming warm