Photograph

Folds of skin blanket
around your fingers -
ice cold in a Colorado
winter - snow blankets our
skin and we're entwined in the place
where you start and I end.
We lay beneath stars, shivering, you lay
your lips on my neck to make my cheeks
flushed peaches again -
we are skeletons - beautiful and
silent. We are just as old as we've always been -
biting our tongues and getting wound up in
old cassette tapes,
sepia tinted and dressed in our
sunday best. It's been years
of us chasing butterflies under the sun,
beautiful creatures, beautiful skeletons, prancing
in open fields, searching
for adventure. We are sepia tinted
gray cold like the Colorado winter,
chasing butterflies, beneath an empty field,
holding hands - resting.