December plans

layers. all thats left is layers. all thats there to use is layers. so sweet this frozen nighttime. i wait patiently for you to come. the company i keep is this cell phone and my breath and nothing else. lucky for me, that beard that you hate so much is keeping my face warm. The car is long sense left for dead. and here i sit, soft snow falling that breaks way to a few shots from the full moon above. this empty field is so familiar, yet its face changes with every season. where can you be? i think, honey its getting colder and your all i need to keep warm. is it late or is early? i v lost all track of time. trouble focusing on anything but this ice in the air. all's quite now. not a buzz not a chirp not a hum. the silence that winter brings makes you feel like your all alone, the only sound you hear is the breeze threw the dead trees. then all at once suddenly, your there. you move with purpose and speed. your scarf has come untucked and is flying almost free. the red of your nose tells me the walk was almost to long for you. i open my mouth to say something, but the words are stolen by the crisp december night. this is where i took you the first time we ever hung out. things were different then, such as the grass being green and the trees had leaves. you worked late tonight, we should be home with a bottle of wine and movie. but here we are. what a great idea she says mocking me. that smile. that did it. the cold no longer bothers me, this is where i need to be. i bring her in close and we share a kiss. the sky could fall that moment and the world could crash down around me, but i wouldn't want to be anywhere else then right here. right now. the red wine can wait. kiss once in the snow, i swear it never gets old.