Too Warm For My Favorite Peacoat

It is cold;
I’m enchanted that my navy blue peacoat
and knit scarf aren’t too much,
Because damn it I’ve been looking pretty good
in both.

Let’s twist and tangle,
Not for the desire, or the pleasure,
(because it’s too god damned cold)
to do anything other than make
heat(love).
Hold my hand and drag me there,
I’m still right behind you,
Shredding off layer after layer;
the coat the scarf everything.

Falling asleep, I am still enchanted,
but unable to whisper something
that needs to be screamed,
I hesitate, too tired from lovemaking.

can we be brave enough
to love?