Cosy In Waiting

We are comfortable under our tin roof. The rain wrapped around us like lover’s legs.

We built this shelter between us to hide from the peril of loneliness.

This fire to distract us from the relentless arrival of dawn.

Occupied by the fear of losing our warmth.

Our corrugated home will surely rust.

It’s alright.

We aren’t in a rush.

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