Without the snow.

It's a harsh course to fall in love without the intimate moments and physical embrace

Like a course of rushing avalanches without the snow maybe a fire

Who designed desire, this longing to be more than the fleshed touch
And nights unveiled star

Leaving me scared and hearts content with the bruises that came from the rain, when the storm was finally over

Leaving the nights silent
With a sense of freedom, and maybe a fresh thought.