Cold

most days i do not miss you
i just keep marching right along
and force away your image
when my face it springs upon

But when the weather changes
and the air gets cold and damp
then i start to miss you
your warm hands, the way they would clamp
around my face your palms would linger
and my lips your fingers trace

together we would lay
beneath thick blankets and play
all day
your warmth i would kindle
as my feet your lap would crotch
and you and i would stare endlessly
into each others eyes
and trace the stary skies
even on snowy nights

our love was so bold
no matter how cold,
sub zero couldn't touch us
for i had you to blanket me
and my love would never grow cold

the wind would blow
the rain would pour
but i would gather you in
we would make such exquisite passion
hotter than hell was our sin
and for miles and miles
people would shed their quilts
walk out side to watch the snow as it melts
but they never knew
all that warmth
was nothing more than the sparks we threw

now your gone
i guess that love grew cold
and now my dryer gets the honor
of warming up my pants
socks in the microwave
socks gloves and hats