August 14, 2005 | 11:50 p.m.
pretty enough for you.

we were in bed with maps of washington. when i thought it could rain, sleet, snow, hail me inside for days just as long as you were there with your mouth on mine. best in the morning, better at night. and with all our scarves wound around lampshades, our mittens in the oven, you would still feel warmest on me. winter never.