there is saturated optimism

lurking in the threads which weave

between our blanket's thick long sleeves.

every layer compiles rich warmth and graceful weight,

the tendencies and favors constantly accumulate.

this compatibility tends to near motivate

the crawling shivers which slowly evaporate and

the pessimism to dissolve.

then, steadily accelerate.

if there was ever optimism

inside the threads i've long woven

where our blanket's warmth had suddenly frozen,

then the shivers which constantly knit across my heart

have been stitched inside out from the very start.