Fucking Freezing

It was cold in the tent that night

so cold we could see our breath

we'd brought the water in

in hopes of keeping it from freezing

so we wouldn't have to start a fire

to melt the water

before using it for washing

cooking

morning things

We hadn't brought enough blankets

a sleeping bag under and over

but open

so the cold seeped in

and we were naked

as always

and huddled close

as if our bodies

would somehow find warmth in each other 

you complained that my feet were blocks of ice

and I reminded you that this camping trip was your idea

middle of Winter

campground closed

fucking freezing

I can see my breath you dork

and I don't remember how it started

because we always had sex in bed at night

so I don't remember how you started to touch me

or how I started to touch you

perhaps there was the old gem of “you know how I could warm my hands?”

I remember you slid into me

and the blankets fell off

and we laughed and pulled them back on because it was that cold

and when you finished

and collapsed on top of me I begged you to get off

"Too hot!  Too hot!" 

and the blankets were miles away

other side of the tent because we'd made our own heat

of bodies

and sex

and

we lay there 

steam rising off of us

pulling blankets and covers back on top of us before the cold could find us again

and I lay next to you, arm over you

against you

it was the best sleep I've ever had

freezing fucking's so damn sweet