1st Day of Winter

my favorite version
is wen youre in between
daylights sleepy
your skin is a little paler
and your cheeks hollow bluer shadows.
everything about you looks
drawn with a pencil.
and youre always warmer,
even after driving the hour in the middle of the nite
because u cant sleep.
your chess piece fingers are warm
ivory held in a palm.
All your edges run
so i cant tell where your hair ends
and the wind begins.
you always seem a little taller like this,
a tree still holding the daylight,
warm to lean against
your thin light lines
and let your twiddling curls
drose me to sleep
here for the nite.
dec 22. o5