ON 1: Revelation

I wish to be under an
Orange blanket on the couch

I want you to be
Leaning against me

Getting comfortable
In my arms

While you’re cold and
Pull me close to warm you

Outside on a bench
At midnight

There’s a slight gust
Of bloody nostalgia

You wish for warmth
I tolerate the cold

This park bench
Numbs as we talk

We left before dusk
“Just out on a walk”

Now we’re outside
On a bench at midnight

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