wool and woodsmoke

I would watch you sleep

and trace every detail of your face

memorise every little thing

you think is a flaw but isn't

and you would wake me up

with the gentlest little kiss

we would hide under the blankets

wish the constant daylight away

and wait for first snow to fall

we would find comfort

in the cold and dark

become two shadows

moving through candlelit rooms

wrapped in wool and woodsmoke