close to zero

it's close

to zero in this house,

but i have you here

to hold

beneath the layers

of blankets and sheets,

the quilted

folds.

i know

you prefer

it cold, with snow

falling

from the ceiling,

the thermostat

on

the frigid end

of low.

but thankfully

i have you here to

keep me warm.

clever you are, that

we both

know.