you come in with the cold
fingertips freezing
I melt under you
look at me
snowed in for the weekend
not really though
itāll take years
for you to leave
curled into each other
corner of the red couch
mumble your affection
into my neck
set up that card game
you taught me
in the 5th summer
youāll let me win again
sat in your lap
play with your hair
read nonsense to me
until iām fa...
