we come in from
the cold and
we undress,
layer by layer:

(hat and gloves;
jackets and boots.)

we climb between
of blankets, keeping
warm (through
covers and body

outside the sky
seemingly glows,
an almost eerie
whiteness, flakes
of snow blowing
past streetlamps
and stoplights.

(in here it is dark,
pitchblack, and
so very quiet, save
for our slow,
labored breaths.

in here, we are warm.)