Like a sheet of ice at sea,I shattered,surrounded by your warm embrace,my sense, replaced by sentimental midsummer madness,in the middle of winter,waiting for your answer. You held me,like the ocean holds weathered ships,gentle but uncertain,your eyes, half closed as the clock struck twelve,and you leaned down,without a word,without warning,kissing your answer onto my fevered forehead.

Right now,all I want for Christmas is some diamonds,maybe a mansion,and something sweet and simple like a lie in,with toasty sheets and a duvet that holds me as if she is deeply in love,but as times goes on,and I count down on my calendar,I imagine I will settle for baking a batch of botched cookies…