#seasonsinsideus

Winter cold — outside, the world freezes to glass.

Your mouth after hot tea — I taste honey when you speak, now.

Sweetness on my tongue — your lips move, steam between us.

Warmth that comes from within — not from fire, not from blankets, from you.

Seasons inside us — snow on my skin, summer in your eyes, spring in the room we share.

Outside, January. Inside us: everything — here, now.

written with Miran & Emil Lichtrand