What Use

What use is a husband's kiss in late winter? 
Nothing; means nothing 
you say; one warm cheek laid against mine.
But your lips and fingertips stay cool 
when we are safely ensconced in rooms 
we've found as the back stairs to paradise. 

Your arms and legs around me, 
your hand gently stroking my hair, making it mine. I picture the landscape; 
broken, brown with one snowy hill stretching up in the distance, and you so 
willing to kiss, and test the rise. 

Pull me with you, my saint. 
One's self is a long, hard hill to climb.