tangled

layer up butter cup
it’s cold so cold outside
it’s dark and we’re tired
how your hand still finds mine
how in this rushing of time in this chaos
we still grow
in this night we still find home
Warmth the sweater I hold close


hungry for it
hungry how your
intimate smells of your soul

how it covers my skin with
this thread this red string tied
to the hearts on your sleaves
wearing me thin i’m wearing you in

I never take it off I sleep in it
nightmares can’t scare me off
I sleep in it I sleep in it
The fabric of your love

my favourite sweater.

KH