Echo

I throb
To the sound
Of the words
That you speak,
To the caress
Of your breath
Upon my cheek;
As we walk
Arm in arm
Down deserted streets
Our laughter warms
The nightly air
That makes others shiver.

Our breath is frost
But the words are warm.
Bodies resonate, we quiver
In time, together;
Braving the weather
In search of the sublime.