The touch of frost caresses me, running
It’s icy fingers across my earthly skin
And tracing limb and fold they penetrate
With cold embrace that draws from me a moan
Its bitter kiss breathes chill into my bones
An intimacy that lasts until love thaws
We woke today to find the outside world white with frost, a magical scene, at least from the warm indoors that is!
© Ben Quant 2021