Cold and close

64 degrees colder than your body
The air is cold and out side it’s close to freezing
I can see your breath
I can smell your hair
Your loving the warmth of my body
Staring at Orion’s Belt
Counting left over bits
From Haley’s comet
I can handle the cold
I love the show
But what counts most
Is the one in holding.
Funny how when every thing is alright
The things we notice
Get a little closer
As we get a little closer
When things are this right
It gives me a place to go to when they aren’t