Nestle us in these limbs that’ve never broken skin
While we tangle fingers 
Frost-bitten from the performative warmth out there.
Let us settle in here healing under bandages of ribbon
Bound in whispered kisses
Finding new variations to the tickle of patient tinsel.
Keep us suspended among the small hours we mustn’t let thaw
As we unwrap each other
With our breaths revisiting every spot that first took them away.
And if ever
The outdoors
Storm in,
It’ll have to
Get through
A lifetime
Of our gifts.