My love is a heavy blanket
Thick and soft
Enveloping and entangling
Velvet
Some people only want to sleep
Under a light sheet
They overheat
They don’t want the weight
He folded me long ago
Left me at the foot of the bed
Sitting neaty, untouched
She claimed to need warmth
But she kicked off the covers
Left me in a pile on the hard floor
You
You’re so tactile
You seemed to like my textures
But you run hot
And I am afraid
That I’ll be too warm
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