I want to consume comfort foods
and die by the fire.

I want to wrap up in your arms
and fall asleep.

I want to bring my duvet to the fort
and read my book until I can no longer breathe.

I want to wear my coat
until my sweat consumes me.

I want to feel the sun
for a whisper of a moment.

I want a hot soup
to burn my cold insides.

I want a winter filled with the warmth
of you.