Stranded on a pinhead arms flailing.
Beneath a snowcapped mountain high
Where raven’s called and angel’s cried
Secured in isolated depth
As every snowflake held their breath
A cabin, they had made their home
Although, to you, a winter dome
Wherein it roared an open fire
Two lovers, they did so perspire
The world was theirs in perfect heat
As coals did crackle at their feet
Without a care beyond their lips
Entwined they were joined at the hips
Stayed locked away all winter long
In love resided their sweet song
Till spring did come and roads did clear
The winter lovers fled in fear
To find another Christmas place
Where all they’d do was kiss, embrace
And celebrate in endless bliss
Those long midnights, no summer miss
Their coldest cycle made from heat
Again, again until replete
Catapulted into a hazel-eyed vision,
Thrust into something:
What a something!
Thoughts gathered in red wine clouds.
Everything’s a little bit off.
Everything’s a little bit weird.
The car door won’t open and I can’t get out,
Won’t get out,
Because I’m trapped in with you.
The world’s gone to hell
And I’m winding up the windows.