flower blooming into darkness
Poetry

Keep the car running, I’m cold

His fingers dance in her outstretched palm
Each one, a kiss on her skin

They sit in comfortable silence
Not sure what to say but not yet ready to leave

She smiles. He wonders what that means.
Her fingers dance on his outstretched palm

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