i slip my hand into your pocket when we walk side

by sidewalk—only half for warmth—you say

you imagine us december, in the mountains—i say,

what poem today?—you wrap your warmth careful

round my back while i chop squash, winter teasing 

us from the window. i say, i dreamed of you in a valley—

you say, i waited til you woke. i say, into your bare chest, 

i adore you. and you say, 

we are using synonyms 

for a word neither of us have said.