Cherub cheeks blooming against my two legs
they that glow like the coils of a furnace.

There is a silent dilemma
to keep eyes open or shut.
Which way will you look?
To the dot that strikes above the hair there
Or out, yearning to be elsewhere?

This staying warm together baffles.
Crevices and curves greet chills
while you hug the sheets hello
and I shoulder the frosts of 1am.

This must be polarization:

my legs:
burnt from cold sting
from your warmth

my nerves:
rendered ecstatic for having felt too much already

my flesh:
that absorbs readily
radiates back in spite of the rest of me

tepid knees meet my gaze and ask me:
Is it so awful that I should get up and get a sweater?