Lake Michigan -- 20 January 2017

Honey, you make Lake Michigan seem warm

But my mother has never sang me a lullaby that put me more at ease

Than the way your cold hands holding mine does

And I’m so afraid you’ll melt at my touch

You make me tentative and I can’t catch my breath

You leave me gasping and numb

But I’d live every day frozen to keep you
I’ll just buy better gloves