The sky outside is dark,
I can barely see anything.
It’s a clear mark,
that winter is coming.

Fog is creeping in
under the door frame.
The room’s gotten cold
My hands are shaking.

I eased beside you
and you simply submitted
to the warmth of my touch
you voluntarily surrendered.

Pressed myself behind you
Wrapped my arms around you.
I held your cold hands
T’is our sweater weather bond.

MR@2016

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