i wish i could produce enough body heat

to keep me warm all through winter,

to keep from shaking in this bed,

frozen like a layer of frost on the glass.

only i can trace our names on that frost,

and i can't in my bedsheets.

i need one finger for writing our initials

but if you come back to the imprint you first left,

the sheets and mattress slightly sunken from your body,

i could use all ten to discover all of you.