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By Briana Kassia Date: 2008 Dec 26 Comment on this Work [[2008.12.26.09.17.21857]] |
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my feet were cold when I woke up the warm blanket of snow whisked off the roof by the wind in the night and even the air is too cold to breathe I shiver and stir, and struggle with the covers moan and sigh till you grunt, lift your arm and create for me again that cocoon of warmth you even hook your ankle around my cold feet and snuggle them between your own long and warm and dry safe again no dream roads to walk, to wander, no chill wind to rattle through me just this bed, the down comforter the smooth, soothing sheets, just you and the shelter you offer, the peace of belonging you bring safety and the sanctity of sleep in your arms |