seeing the picture of you in the hockey rink
my stomach shivers, the warmth of the moment in the cold
the feeling of you and it real, it often such a dream
warm and cold at the same time you say
our fingers aren't blue as we shake next to each other
to grab your hand, to sit beside and watch you in awe
of the simplicity, my insides shivering like a flame
figuring how to make our happinesses intersect
the space in between a cocoon in which to exist
out in the world we trade glances
all newness, like the ice in front of us
and the players gliding, falling and bouncing up
sticks and pucks, graceful and fierce
guarding and daring, taking chances in heavy armor
when the whale fills up with snow, find me in its core
we'll tunnel in the melting diamonds
living in the moment in the space of its chest
we can both be jonah, you and me
as they skate below us in time
fingers gliding, tracing limbs
momentous sublime.
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