The frosty air, trees, and snow acts like vodka & red bull.
I am ready for the ride, but what about the thrill
suited up in padded foam
in a foreign cultural ritual
that I find erotic.

A moment to pause from the speed
I smile soothing the frost on my face.
My eyes widen through the shady lens.
I see a little island that we can make our own.
(It features, rocks, about five trees with a spectacular view).

The darkness swifts up to a soft white trail
Passing the glow of the lights on timer
They help navigate our starry path
I sink close to the warmth

My heart skips on the frozen muskoka
My seasonal safe place has transformed itself
No longer does it flow around by body
Now I glide on it like thick ice

Embracing it the hands loosen
The legs wrap tightly
Soothed by a touch of comfort
I lean back exposed

The wind softens and lights become brighter
My journey is about to end
Reversing the ritual I undress …
And now I am on thin ice.