Walk With Me

Tuesday, May 18

By Avery Campbell

A poem. 

We go for a walk on a harsh, midwinter day, 

White wine in a water bottle nestled deep in my canvas tote bag. 

We walk through that mean and unforgiving wind and snow, 

Our vibrant bodies draped in cotton and wool. 

Every so often I feel the soft warm of your lips, 

As they touch my cold and unsuspecting cheek. 

You say, "The wine will keep us warm."

But I think something else will. 

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