shivering, breathless,
i wonder how she can be walking around
drowned
in wet hair tonight.
and yet, i suck through a straw
a frozen coffee drink
and laugh at my eternal hypocrisy.
my head will never be as cold as yours,
naked as it is thrust in to this november evening.
i will bury myself in your arms and try to keep you warm.
my lungs respond heavily to the sharpness of the air.
main street looks like a metropolis
and i am not lost amongst the homeless and the hipsters
traipsing along.
i have found myself here, happy.
and look forward to traipsing, too,
my hand in yours.
contentedness overpowering,
wishful like a flame flickering.
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