blanket

I fold

woven art
intensity of color

red flames
in eyes
texture of wool
and callus fingertips
bristle skin

warms smooth

my bare arms
breathe you
absorb blanket
to bone

I feel
you inside
the protective
scent of you
disguised in fabric

telling the story
of you and me
and me and you
over and over

I am no
longer cold

be my comfort
I will be yours

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