oh tiny fox, i see that you are shivering.
let me drape your peppermint fur
in untold passionate words
to keep you hot and content and panting,
while a piano echoes softly in the background,
and a fat cat dreams at the foot of the bed,
and the spines of old books look down upon us
as i push my lips into the back of your neck,
while autumn nails scrape
along the skin of my house,
and your tiny fox paws
press against my brave body,
and your tiny fox heart
beats out a private symphony,
and i wear your whispers like a robe,
and i hold my nervous breath.
