Brian Clarke

tell you that I am cold and you say "come here, let me warm you up". I walk over to you and you open the lapels of the coat that you are wearing as an invitation to wrap my arms around you and let you hold me to make me warm. With one arm around my back holding the two of us inside your jacket, the other one starts to stroke my hair, pulling back the small curls that have fallen to my face throughout the day. Your touch is so gentle that I barely feel your fingers. The clip that was holding my hair back is now in your hand as you set it down on the desk next to us. You unwind the length of my hair and let it cascade down my back, onto the arm still holding