Fort

We tend our wells of heat;
Formed by bodies & sheets.

That just right feel of air…
Cycled from live skin bare.

Warmth & comfort rosy…
Thread counts pushing cozy.

Curled up in state for days.
Still, builds fire where we lay.

A second away grows cold.
Stay; til winter grows old.

Whether alone or one,
Warm beds in winter…fun.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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