This is my response to prompt #9 : The best way to spend a cold evening

this was me earlier this when I read this poem at open mic

A warm fire heats us up as we lie naked
underneath lots of blankets
we laugh and joke about our “comedy of errors”
that had to take place in order to get here
Vulnerable in intimacy in each other’s arms
unmasked from all of the preconceptions
of who we thought we needed to be to love each other
loving each other in our worst moments
while finding joy and euphoria
in our best moments like this one

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