Breathe with me, one two three … breathe with me – I see your eyes look into me and I see you see me, a tiger crouched in emerald green grassy eyes, wide eyed and terrified. I breathe in your adrenaline. It’s musky. It’s smoky infusing the air between us. Outside icicles hang like tear drops – plopped on leaves and trees and balustrades. Inside, the misty windows ice over hiding us like refugees from the savages of winter.
That was when I met you. You unbuttoned my shirt and traced my chest and stomach with your nose. I was hairy but still the smouldering perfumes – tendrils of rawness between us burned like an ashy red fire.