the weather

Take it easy, cowboy
Crawl into the nook of my ear
As the capacity for the ever-clear
Is within near reach.
Allow the old command of the men
To unfurl in fine softness
Like shampooed hair on the pillow bed.

Just as it's possible to enjoy cool heat
Is that I prefer to just breathe
The simple venom.

Two arms around me would burn dry
All the rain kept dutifully.
See, months were spent
Looking in
Wondering why your weather lies
And why I feel so warm and thin.
Better yet is to cloud one fact
Then let the two find detailed things.

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