Cold

It was cold today;
it is cold tonight:

I wish I had you
as my heater,
as my electric blanket,
as my hot water bottle,
as my duvet;

I wish I had you
as my snuggly sweater,
as my cuddly doll,
as my fluffy-wuffy
snuggly-wuggly
cuddly-wuddly
huggy-wuggy.

I wish I had you -
period.



Oh dear,
I’m writing such
foolish, corny, sappy
lines again -

but, listen,
I’m not blaming you -

oh no,
not at all -

I blame the cold.