Shirtless In December

I plant things in all the wrong seasons

Just to prove I’ve mastered dust,

Heaven’s wind turned so chilling

So frigid that arm hairs turn to twigs.

During this storm of freezing air

I dig into the icy ground

To plant summer berries

For winter needs some sweetness.

I press down hard

Every time paper is used

Ink seeping through the page,

I need these ideas to permeate

All the way to tomorrow,

Recording every good dream

To not forget it when I wake.

Times of year rendered unimportant

Limitations of pens ignored

For the need I have finds a way.

Strawberries skating across the ice

When I want for it in January,

Apples jumping over Autumn

In my August hunger.

Can we be like this more often,

Ignoring what everyone tells us to do?

Can we work through Valentines Day

Simply because I love you all year round?

Forsaking strangers stares

For it’s only your gaze I care about,

I go shirtless in December

As you’ve always kept me warm.