dress fabric heated by the radiator churning warmth too hot to touch
i move away and feel the cold climb back on my body
starting on my thighs waves of burnish cooling
hardening my skin to brave the december wind

it might be nice to just feel perfect warmth homogenized for once
though without me there is the cold and heat
constantly divorced
refusing to speak when one
or the other
is in the same room.

they come and go,
without a word,
come and go
without a kiss.