In The Coldest Hour

If we’re awake at 3 am
that’s when we go deepest
words drift like floes
away, then near and away again
We lie together, bellies flat
packed against the ice
tugging our shirts to warm
exposed waists, and there’s
so much sea below
so many sorries surrounding
The conversation is just beginning

For Hannah’s prompt to the Real Toads: Ice Caves