Body heat is nice,especially on winter nights
when ice seems likely
outside in Manhattan’s
permeable parks and streets,
heartbeats, concrete and brick.
Inside, sweet thicknessfrom your warmth prevails
against the brittle frailties
of the slickly subtle
slide to death that a sufficiency
of freeze can bring to breath.
Of course you needn’t wrapyourself into a crew of three
or two. You may prefer
to roll into a single bundle
made of quilted you.
That’s lovely, too.