Posted in Poetry, Prose

The Warmest Blanket

Wrapping myself up
in the warmest blanket
imitating your arms, lovingly
making my cold times
turn to steam, floating away,

Feeling your fingers
interlocked against my skin
guarding me against all wrong
the evils of life, penetrating my soul
giving me impressions of vulnerability
breaking down my defenses,

The quietest moments
the fire in your eyes, lighting candles
around my darkened mind halls
the flame dancing thus
as I fell into the warmest blanket
I’ve ever known

Wrapping myself up

-in you….

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