Comforter (to Max.)


Dusk

quiet

laying

smiling

white

linen

draped

across

a tawny

torso

watching

unbuttoning

shirt

peeling

off

cotton

arms

outstretched

welcoming

eyes

yearning

and lips

asking

final

daylight

slivers

over

your

shoulder

streaking

your

face

in crimson

you’re

my

blanket

my

comforter

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