I wonder what your breath would smell like
trapped beneath the hot enclosure of my blanket
with your nose slightly cold and touching mine
and your smile heard as a whispered exhale
I wonder how long we would shift and fidget
to get closer to one another in our cavern
though our knees knock and our arms twist
our foreheads bump and our icy toes scratch
would we give up and allow our lips to collide
or would we roll awkwardly toward one another
and find contentment in our own hushed chatter
would the smell of your skin overwhelm me
as it bakes between us in our warm confinement
and when we capitulated to the need for air
would the chilly draft pinken your cheeks
while we gasp for pure oxygen through our smiles
would it all end with our fingers entwined
and our eyes closed against waking reality
and us continuing our conversation in our dreams