frost (1/29/20)

July 6, 2020

snow caps treetops

like the cap that snug on your head,

hugging your scalp

the way i wish i could hug you.

the icy flakes outside dot my face

and send chills down my spine.

no fireplace could compare to

the warmth of your fingertips.

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