Your warmth in the cold Lingers with the scent of cinnamon on my clothes Our bodies radiate to the bone To hold you near as December retaliates We can wait Tomorrow will change Your breath in the sun Cools like the rain breezed in and cleansed everyone Our bodies free and overcome To hold you near as July breathes headily You're you in me Savour our senses of love Not a drop goes to waste Gave her the scent of my touch Her kiss leaves a taste To calm my thirst Starlings murmurate Like clouds of cinders up in smoke Our bodies shadow play the role To fly without fear as we mirror their silhouettes Savour our senses of love Not a drop goes to waste Gave her the scent of my touch Her kiss leaves a taste Under cover of trust All our fears turn to dust Your warmth in the cold Lingers with the scent of cinnamon