Like fire from the sun
You breathe
Your welcomed breath
On my back
Inhaling my insides
With every touch making
Sure to protect me
From the unwanted
Mail on my
Doorstep to the eighteen
Unchecked voicemails
On my phone.
As long as I am
Within your grasp
Within reach of
Reality this is
Where I
Belong on this
Hot winter night.
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