I shiver,
Chattering teeth,
Like the intriguing placard,
On the back of a Sparklett’s truck.

It is a cold day,
And I come from a place where the warmth,
Is called ‘normal weather.’

I have my jacket,
Warm-est pair of pants,
A suit of armor,
By my design,
Keeping unwanted winds,
Away from unwanted places.

How I miss home,
This place,
It takes so much out of me,
So much effort preparing for the cold,
Prepping for the next storm,
That I forget to appreciate warmth,
Whenever I can find it.

I step out,
Decide to brave the cold,
See where it takes me to,
Aimlessly wandering like I love to do,
And something amazing happens.

A lovers touch,
Index finger tracing my jawline,
Muscles tense and go slack,
As my lips celebrate the comfort,
Of another existential body,
So warm to others,
So cold and alone,
Much like the sun I have been searching for.


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About brettspadaro

Attempting to complete a business degree in southern California. Dream big, act rationally. Go for what you believe in.

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