I wish to be under an
Orange blanket on the couch
I want you to be
Leaning against me
Getting comfortable
In my arms
While you’re cold and
Pull me close to warm you
Outside on a bench
At midnight
There’s a slight gust
Of bloody nostalgia
You wish for warmth
I tolerate the cold
This park bench
Numbs as we talk
We left before dusk
“Just out on a walk”
Now we’re outside
On a bench at midnight
Consume Reality! 