Seasonal Witching

She likes it deeper, if you get that, too,
In the colder months when the frosty dew
Clings like icelets 'round the rooftop.
Deep and warm, from eye to eye,
That spirit depth that few,
Rarely two
Can find in moments when together lie
And fly
'Til drop.
The world is ever at winter,
Leafless, straining, about to splinter,
So...
She likes it deeper, don't you know.