you come in with the cold

fingertips freezing

I melt under you

look at me

snowed in for the weekend

not really though

it’ll 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

you’ll let me win again

sat in your lap

play with your hair

read nonsense to me

until i’m fa...