You bring
Light to my days
The tingling babble
Of your voice
Keeps out the cold
And snuggled against
Me, stroking my chest
The brush of your fingertips
Against the fur
The tidal rise of your
Breath, an echo of
The ocean
You
Are
You bring
Light to my days
The tingling babble
Of your voice
Keeps out the cold
And snuggled against
Me, stroking my chest
The brush of your fingertips
Against the fur
The tidal rise of your
Breath, an echo of
The ocean
You
Are
MB Blissett 