the low 70s
ask me to revel
in the breeze on my skin
and surrender to the winter-longing
of a soft hoodie
closed eyes
I pull the covers up
point the fan
in my direction
and dream of polite collisions
©Erin Croley
ask me to revel
in the breeze on my skin
and surrender to the winter-longing
of a soft hoodie
closed eyes
I pull the covers up
point the fan
in my direction
and dream of polite collisions
©Erin Croley