X - wishful thinking

if a genie gave me one wish
just one
i would plump for
winter forever.
what are you? a lizard?
blizzardphiles are coming home
with our radiators feverish, full of flu.
duvets, count 'em, five,
marshmallow coffee steeping, cinder toffee
raindrops tapping on the window -
a hundred thousand locked-out spouses -
our smug grin
tuneless backing vocals blow outdoors
to stevie wonder, in here, warm
toast

no pressure to venture out, stare the world out.
but when we do
and cars wheeze their nonconformity (about time)
the arms of the duffle coats embrace us
like woolly lovers, one-night stands clinging on for dear life
as we muffle through the night snow
a black and white film
so crisp
so alive
a hit
strike
strike
strike