SHIVER by Suzanne Loughry

I watch the ice creeping

                 across my path

and laugh at the wind’s 

                 taunting breath.

I am armored against

                 the cold,

cautious and ready

                 for the harshest blast.

Odd glances darting past me

                 as I walk

slip through my unconscious

                 as through a sieve.

I grin at the hidden sun,

                 warm in my cocoon,

unbothered by strangers

 or grey skies.

Then I am caught by two eyes  

 watching me tenderly,

and all my layered preparations

 peel away,

and I 

 shiver.