dreams
Some nights I close my eyes
pull the blankets to my neck
listen to the wind howling
under the weight of blankets
a mystery appears in dreams
slides under the covers
her cold hand on my hand
cold feet wrap all over
my heart pumps fast
my skin gets hot
in the garden of dreams
my heart melts ice
clears a field of snow
roses pedals glow
moonlight reveals a valley
covered with smiling steam
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