hoping that the warmth of snow 
will bring [bad word] with its gray 
false light will glow from the lamp 
i will shade to hide the glare from your pale face 
until it disappears and then its gone 
sit so quiet, breathe so softly 
waiting for the walls to creak 
so you can finally let out a sigh 

a breath that will illuminate the cell 
and all of its shapes inside 
the cold air 
in the cold air