winter
the new sheets go on the bed
flannelĀ to keep out the cold
but still you inch toward meĀ for warmth
seek out my feet with your own icy toes
and shiver
against my chest
floating and leaving no trace
winter
the new sheets go on the bed
flannelĀ to keep out the cold
but still you inch toward meĀ for warmth
seek out my feet with your own icy toes
and shiver
against my chest