non sequitur

 

 

Because it's cold, we linger

 

Because it's cold, we linger. And why not?

The air is cold, the room is cold, the water

Coming from the faucet takes forever to warm,

The tea kettle takes its sweet time. So, why not?

Pretty sheets, pretty quilt, pretty you.

Even the sounds are cold—caws, and wind

Rattling windows, and something is loose,

Banging on the side of the apartment, staccato.

You, you are warm. Except for your toes,

And that can be remedied. And my nose, the tip 

Of my nose is cold. Brrr. I will bury it in your neck.

There. Better. It isn't winter. It's barely autumn.

This bodes . . . what does it bode? A long winter,

A long snuggly winter. Zounds! Cold toes!

 

 

pho

 

use đôi đũa

pluck choice bits 

slurp what remains





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Written on 2015-11-08 at 03:17

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I suppose it is snuggling time over there. But sweating time here. I too felt cosy reading this :)
2015-11-12


Ivan R
Made me feel warm just reading this snuggle poem ...:) Nice*
2015-11-10


Nancy Sikora
Because it is cold you linger, but only because while it is cold, you are warm!
2015-11-09


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Still warm here but autumn is casting her spell on us - I enjoyed reading, I always have cold toes in winter - garlic is meant to work but a bit anti social :-)

Elle x
2015-11-08



it's probably the best philosophy of our times: Nothing makes sense, but snuggling under a warm quilt on a cold day with someone you enjoy isn't all bad.:)
Ashe
2015-11-08


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
No, nothing makes sense. We have to make do with entertaining, well-written poems.
2015-11-08