The air between the spaces of hair each pass,
oh this cold air, tracing every inch
of my open skin,
its presence confirming,
no, I don't need a jacket,
I feel the warmth that people feel
beneath a cozy blanket,
playing with me, the breeze,
as I to think, lift from paper, pen away,
oh I know you're still there,
I feel your cold embrace,
you don't need no games
to connect your beating heart to mine,
I feel your presence as you make me alive,
wish, I could see this garden of grass
from...