When your hands are cold 

I promise to warm them 

When you want to talk 

About the universe 

I will listen 

I will talk 

And we can number the stars 

But I promise 

I will be lost 

in the galaxies 

In your eyes 

When you just want to hide 

Within blankets 

And watch old movies 

Or snuggle 

I will be there 

And I promise 

We will be closer 

And I will be lost 

In the curve of your body 

Against the light 

And the lavender in your hair

November is

Warm hands 

And chapped lips 

Our bodies 


Warm from the fires 

We build 


Planning the holidays 


Is for families 

And my favorite 

Will always 

Be the you in me 

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