A cold nose

you say my nose
is cold
and you
can see icicles
in my eyes
and how
haven’t my
ears dropped off
with no hat in
this swirling, whirling
snow as
you hold my face
in warm
gloved hands
and kiss me
just to
get the blood pumping

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