Poetry

Comfort of Discomfort

In that warm blanket,
nothing but you touched
Every inch of the dermis.
Know the rules very well.
All you need your eyes to touch,
All I need some words to touch.
Yes, discomfort it cause to Us,
But that’s all comfort We both seek.

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