Sunday, January 9, 2022

baby it's cold outside

my hands are cold,
my feet,
there's snow on the ground.
ice
on the streets.
the sky is full of wind,
tossing clouds around
birds shiver
in their feathers,
swaying on the trees.
but not you.
you're  a true fire, curled
warm with
a heated heart
lying here
next to me.

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