Warm

Zach Winters

Warm
Under a blanket next to you
With no moonshine showing through
Those purple curtains that you made
Summer is here

Those witless plants are needing shade
But up the trellises they’re climbing
We’ll eat the fruit that they made

I want you to know
That I, I’m climbing up next to you

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