The wind burns my bare forearms
Where my sweater is too short,
Unravelled like life and smooth edges.

But the burning is nothing
Compared to the warmth in my cheeks
When you tell me I look cute
Skating with my arms held to my back
Against the warmth of my skin.

I quickly, almost stubbornly
Drop them to my sides, triggering
Your easy laugh and that knowing smirk

(Oh, shoot. Now he knows the effect he has on me.)

I’m so sick of feeling like this.
Don’t give me false-hope unless you mean it,
And, my light-eyed lion boy
You never mean it so don’t do this to me.

All the same, when you allow me a hug
I secretly press my cold lips into your shoulder
And half beg, half joke for you to wait with me
(you’ll wait, but I know its not for me.)

I’m easy to remember like a summer sky,
But she’s a drug, more than easy to remember…
Unforgettable.

Blades clink and scrape against ice
And rosy laughter in the air,
And you skate ahead of me, synchronized with
An icy angel, white boots and silver blades
Floating on something more than
The uneven ice my rough-edged,
unbalanced strokes carve up.

She glides,
Silky smooth and effortless.
Always faster than I could try to
And always a little out of my reach.