A Dynamic

I’ve got cold fingertips and you complain
but let me dress you anyway.
I share my umbrella
but your hair holds the rain for hours

Climb into cotton sheets,
it’s always gray afternoon
and
alright
because you have the sun in your skin.

I don’t close my eyes
I never do
I don’t trust the universe to leave such a blessing on me
don’t go don’t go don’t go

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