The sun streams my lifted arm,

dressing me with winter petals.

 

All here - commence,

safe minutes mine,

like a morning hare,

with pinching grins, kicking. I feel you in my chest -

suspended, unravelled,

unreal, unspoilt.

 

Everyday, you are,

 

and just enough. Enough, enough for me,

 

that you exist here when I am alone.

 

Who knows what anybody does to another?

 

The snow kisses my nose -

reassures, makes me feel delicate, almost pretty,

 

and I stand silly; here, there, everywhere,

alone

 

but not.