It’s the coldest winter 

you’ve known yet.

    I lie in your bed under a blanket.

         You hold me in your arms,

 Your body carves into mine.

  This is how you like me - warm, close. 

You ask me if I want to be with you

      And I tell you I'm not sure.

Because it’s the coldest winter you’ve known yet

             And I am the closest thing you

 have to the sun.

When the snow outside the window melts

           and turns into spring

The heat rays will replace those of my body.

            How will I know if you

Want to be with me then?

How will I know if you are

in love, not just too cheap to install a heater?

      You love me in the winter and pretend that it’s hard.