• huntydaniels 6w

    I can see you bundling up again
    The sun is going down again
    Its departure less of a ceremony
    More of a sentence
    Punctuated by intervals of silence longer
    Than before
    I wish you'd unwrap yourself
    Or unfold me
    Like the pages of a love letter read in secret
    The burning warmth of the spirit
    Bruising your cheeks red
    Rather than being stung by the cold
    I'm left out to dry in the air of winter
    Alone and dark in the night
    I think have clothes enough
    I think I've got oil enough to burn
    For a little while longer
    If you wanted to stay
    And make yourself at home
    Between the sentences and lines
    The confessions