Cold Front

He shivered
As the hand crossed his body
The calm exhale in his neck was like a winter breeze.
He felt surrounded by snow as the arms crossed him from behind
And the lips, like frost and morphine numbing his pain.
It wasn’t warm, it wasn’t the kind of love he thought he would feel,
But freezing to death was the best sensation.
In movement, the cold sweat, the touch.
His heart beating faster, still his blood felt solid
Like ice cubes transiting his veins.
His body twisting with the thermal shocks
Fighting to maintain the temperature,
But he knew he no longer had control of his actions.
He screamed and moaned, but all he could hear in response were his own echoes.
The violent actions scared, but he let go all resistance.
In the end he was numb,
It took a few minutes to let the temperature rise again.
All he could think about was the frozen ghost leaving the room.