socks warm socks socks like winter socks that might come off in your boots when trudging through foot-deep snow but will be just right for lying atop mountains of pillows as many pillows as are in your house your house that smells like you
there’s no snow now just rain and rain and rain and rain and rain but it’s cold enough outside these walls and cold enough inside our skulls to warrant hot chocolate, hats and hand-holding and cuddles until we feel ourselves bleeding enough sun from our chests, however fleeting, enough laughter from our eyes enough love from our lungs enough warmth rom our sock-clad feet enough spark from where my fingers meet your hair to forget the red skin sap and sticky spilling squeezed lashes of yesterday let’s just pretend we can forget yesterday i’d like to forget yesterday
socks yes we’ll put on socks we’ll put on warm socks and switch our clothes until we can’t even pretend to know any other smell than each other and we won’t tell your mother how sad we are we won’t tell her that anything bled but my eyes and then maybe she’ll let you stay the night and you’ll stay talking about how beautiful the sunset is while i cry and watch you glow
so that’s how it’ll be we’ll put on socks and put up walls of blankets and only let each other inside you’ll hold my hand i’ll stroke your hair and maybe we’ll be warm like that while the rain keeps falling outside