Gloved Hand
Prickles of the icy winter,
Tingle up my spine roughly.
Shivers bring the nausea,
Of the sickness of this cold.
Out come the trusty mitts,
Stowed a lower jacket pocket.
Smoothly, deliciously refreshingly
I slip inside with ease.
Cruel memories disappear now,
As your protective warmth heals.
Bliss, absolute bliss !!
Why did I ever forget,
The comfort that you bring ?
Like my winter best friends,
The pair of you reward,
My knowing trust once more,
Of everything you've shared.
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