froz' to the core

Wednesday morning
five below
wonder where
my mind might go,
weren't it not
froz' to the core
'n' wolves weren't
circling my door,

Then I get
your i-Phone note
picture of you
on some boat,
In warm water
crystal blue
reminding me
what we'd do,

If we had
the same lat / long
your sweet smile
inviting song,
Playing in
my eyes and ears
a couple cold
foreign beers,

Warms me up
The very notion
of us floating
the same ocean,
Melts the ice
on my nose
thinking of
your naked toes,

And up above
a universe
things we'd do
well, of course,
Beam me up
Scott, old Man
I long to match
your tropic tan,