love poem in winter

by: sydney weinberg

...and so i wear your body like a coat.
it is winter and my teeth chatter,
my heart feels like a cold, bruised raisin,
and i try not to move, keeping my warmth collected.
i can't tell you enough how much i love when you just have to touch me-
i mean my hair or frozen claw of hand, that is.
you go immediately to my head
(lover as whiskey, warm rum lover)
which is unfair; in the binary of us
i am always cold and you are always tea.