Warm Poem by M. W. Taylor
Warm
It is warm here.
The contours of
your body
fit
just right
against mine.
If only we could
lay here
for only a while longer
in silence
in sleep.
It is warm here.
Safe.
Secure.
Forever.
We don't have to go.
You are
a diamond.
The world can't see you -
they'll steal you.
You are
a flower,
the last in winter.
The world can't see you -
You are too fragile
too precious.
You are
oxygen.
I need you.
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