I feel…[by Dans Karagannis]
i feel
a flannel, buttoned up
a crew neck, snuggled atop
the space heater blasts on
she weighs heavy on my legs
a sharp, dry breath it stings of comfort, those french windows
a faint brush upon the outer hand
the cheek
the lower of your neck
the soundscape of city gardeners
the hot breath that blankets on me
my soundscape
to pen on paper
my cozy
socks tucked in my legs
an orifice
hold tight
hold into you
hold warm