Thaw

ten icy digits
punctuate
our endless conversation
shared anxieties and cigarettes

 

you admonish my meagre socks
curl your toes around mine
without complaint
a cocoon of feet

 

chaste lovers
in darkness we lie
alternating monologues
the death cold hours

 

morning twilight
hypnotic murmurings
toes thawed
sleep drifts in on your voice

2 responses to “Thaw

  1. Cocoon of feet – that’s perfect 🙂

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