I want to wear your warmth
like a robe and feel it brush
against my numbing skin.
Better yet, empty your golden
barrels down and let me drown
a beautiful bouyant burning.
(I think I was cold when I wrote this, remember when I promised poems I was enjoying the very loose definition of the word and at no pointdi I add any evaluative adjectives)
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