Sometimes the nights are cold, sometimes theyre not ~
depends upon the weatherIf its hot
youll lie upon your bed in what youve got
with nothing else beside your melting pot
Yet, sometime later, lying there in state,
grab a cover for the chilly spot.
Sometimes the nights are hot, sometimes theyre cold.
Depends on whether someones there to hold.
Two lovers lose their chill when they enfold
because they lie as one, in body mold.
Yet, sometime later on, in blissful state,
temperature's no longer uncontrolled.
depends upon the weatherIf its hot
youll lie upon your bed in what youve got
with nothing else beside your melting pot
Yet, sometime later, lying there in state,
grab a cover for the chilly spot.
Sometimes the nights are hot, sometimes theyre cold.
Depends on whether someones there to hold.
Two lovers lose their chill when they enfold
because they lie as one, in body mold.
Yet, sometime later on, in blissful state,
temperature's no longer uncontrolled.

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WildCity Writers' Workshop
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Selected Poetry