wood stove

in poem •  8 years ago 

warm coffee warms my hand
soft curve of your form in sweatpants tee shirt
standing over the stove looking doubtfully at a pan of eggs
working together in the cold your cheeks red, hands so cold
warm bread and red wine warms your eyes
your breaths a quiet melody sleeping under piles of quilts
in the cold morning you brought warm coffee

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