that sweet syncopated piano gets me every time
lying in your summer bed
dreaming about snow
dreams of being truly happy
even if only for a moment
rolling, tossing, warm in blankets
smiling whole face
with eyes
you would just say yes to everything
dancing on top of me
you are the prettiest

gripping your ungloved hand tight
following you through the snow
falling through the snow
we didn’t need the whiskey to be drunk


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