Flail, an open arms closed eyes in bliss,
To suffocate in woolen thread is a requested closure
The spark of a fireplace
Mittened hands
And warm cocoa, you squiggle to fit perfectly

I miss these quiet nights of completion with you
Of completion with two
Though feint spells and a lapse of pulse is the straw to spine's decay
If you struggle, take hold of petals and rip them one by one
Substuting breathing for complacency
If i am left to fight another day
Please don't hurt me.