nutmeg.
nutmeg is eggnog
it's christmas and warmth
and love.
cold noses and rosy cheeks
remedied with cocoa and laughter.
warms you from the inside out
starts in the pit of your stomach
radiates out
until you can't fight the stupid smile
until your cheeks hurt and
you've stopped worrying
about whether or not you're staring.
you are, and unapologetically.
because the warmth goes
as fast as it came.
and you'd do anything
to hang onto it a little longer.
nutmeg is
too much eggnog
spiked.
drunk on it
stomachache
spinning head
surrounded by weird,
wasted relatives
at christmas.
a longing
for something just out of reach
something that isn't yours
cold nose
numb cheeks
from standing outside too long
alone.
breathing in cold, dry air.
sprinkled with snow.
frostbite is better than loneliness
because if i can't feel your warmth
i'd rather feel the sting of the cold
than the ache of your absence.
