thermal dynamics Minna Honkakoski my cold toes find the backs of your thighs and you let me keep them there till i hear your stuffy sighs of sleep you don’t easily stir but sometimes move, in your slumber travel through the twisted sheet for your turn to borrow a bit of heat (you can have it all). when the morning greets you and pries open your eyelids, your sleep-smeared face and gruff grunts are the beginning of my day, the warmest beginning of all.
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