Decaying

Hold my hand,
Don't slip on the ice.
Some sleek slip slope.
Walk, walk, talk, talk
Tender kisses from a snowy fall.

Inside, the fireplace.
Wet clothes off.
Speak as if you've never spoke
The winter air cracked your lips
Your hair is softer than soft.

Dip, drip, into the hot tub
Touch my face,
pour our your heart.

New year's goodbye,
Don't, won't, can't forget
Empty without those
late night talks and walks.

An affair,
better left at elevation.