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By galadrial Date: 2004 Nov 29 Comment on this Work [[2004.11.29.22.53.23941]] |
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I was chilly with the November breeze, and it was a courtly thing you did draping the sweater over my shoulders, taking care to smooth the wool with a touch that whispered that later you would claim the garment, and the shiver taking it would bring was something you coveted with breathless avarice. "Sweater weather" you said. And I am swept like a crisp oak leaf into a duvet and down dream, where the pillows do not speak of the warm, the moments large and small when I nestle near you, demanding that arms dress me to close kept comfort. Arms around my waist, legs entwined to akimbo, and my last thought before sweet drowse is that fall will never come without you to chase the cold in the season of sweater weather. |