Tagged: warmth

because i am

because i am
lucky, your hands
are always the perfect
degree of soothing
to my heart. because
you are lucky, there
is always an exposed
piece of me that
responds, full tilt
.
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in the middle of

in the middle of
the night,
the hot water takes
six-point-two seconds
longer to come –
my body’s in the
bathtub objecting, my
brain is somewhere
else, making
all sorts
of concessions
.
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we take turns holding

we take turns holding
each other inside, like new
words moistening on

lips, laughter unpacking in the
guest room, warmth in the kitchen
.
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beneath the sheets and

beneath the sheets and
the comforter and the duvet,
our skins are learning

to stick together – like cotton
candy, blues chords, a pack of wolves
.
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on the one hand, the

on the one hand, the
body is still
warm, covered
by this share of
earth and sun
.
on the other
hand, the mind and
heart dream of
home, a rotation
of warming up
and cooling
in exile
.
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the city holds

let us cross wires,

let us cross wires,
recalibrate the way that
only we can – here

are the words you’ve chosen to
rub against mine, let’s get warm
.
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we look for patterns

we look for patterns
where there are
none – old man
winter retreats
to the warmth
of your shoulders
.
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there is nothing that

there is nothing that
wraps you closer to
home than the faint
recognition of old
wallpaper, on the
surface so solid
and cold, under-
neath, a soft
familiar defense
.
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within a song

within a song
of branches, stars
cluster
at their
tips, the same way
they used to
flicker
by the warmth
of your fingers
stretching even
away
.
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