We go for a walk on a harsh, midwinter day,
White wine in a water bottle nestled deep in my canvas tote bag.
We walk through that mean and unforgiving wind and snow,
Our vibrant bodies draped in cotton and wool.
Every so often I feel the soft warm of your lips,
As they touch my cold and unsuspecting cheek.
You say, "The wine will keep us warm."
But I think something else will.