a cold wind brought you to me

January suddenly generous

an old friend, flickering flame

never stamped out despite best intentions

fill each other in

painting with our skin

hey you, won't you be my exception?

we're both here

and who needs to know what we're thinking?

this black and white's blurry when we're both in bed

so be my exception and hold

be my exception and hold me instead

we touch, bodies clandestine and feverish

grasping at secrets

we kiss, lips breaking bonds, sinking ships

we're waving our white flag

long held, bottled up

could never have enough

we've been here before

knocking at danger's door

lost, defiant

there's no moving on

we've sped past all right and wrong

no denying the weather

©2019 jon fuller

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