I peel myself from a fresh cloak of shower steam,
but in minutes my teeth chatter, lips blue, ice-kissed.
I lie paralyzed on the bed, trying to reawaken.
My bones ache, my blood fills with frost like sepsis.
The warmth was seductive, intoxicating but brief,
and now the contrast of its absence stings more,
seems somehow even colder than before, fatally so.