In The Dead of Winter

It's happened. I've written a new poem! It has been almost a year and a half since I wrote anything, so this is exciting for me.

Without further ado, here it is.

In the Dead of Winter

I found you in the dead of winter

In your warm city

Covered by sunshine and ocean breeze

You peeled off the layers

Of my jaded coat of armor

Slowly, like you were tasting my return to naivete

You sipped my opening heart

Like a warm coffee after a sleepless night

Made less bitter by the rising day

You found me in the deadest winter

Ready to strip off the silence that had taken hold

I grabbed your hand to lead it where your eyes couldn't go

And found it sweating in optimism

Like a river coursing through a long drought

We found ourselves treading water

In unfamiliar territory

Grasping at each other like buoys

Ecstatically drowning in each other's happiness

We found each other at a distance

In the lifelessness of that winter

With only the hope and promises we'd laid out on a strangers' bedspread

As the map to our waiting

For the times when our patience would become thin and ragged with want

For those days when counting down the hours took our breaths away

Somehow, we still managed believed in sunshine,  warm coffee

And that three hundred miles

Could never bleed us of each other.