For some future summer's day

I'll welcome warmth like a newborn's breath:
to feel the sun bleed against my skin
indifferent to the distance between she and me

The cold I love, though not for long.
It drives my love and I together; we watch
the wind and rain from behind pajamas, blankets and a fire.

But I look for some future summer's day
when we welcome you and your newborn breath
into our pajamas, blankets and a family.