Play

Play.
You may
Steal me from
A day dreamer. Pickle
Me for a winter night. Go ahead.
 

What

Can possibly
Stop you is the strings
Of your guitar, knotting to your
Fingers, holding you to play for me
Until the season of awakening and remorse.

Tonight

Just play on
To the tune of this
Poem I am humming in
Your ears tickling the cold feet
Of a man who needs to thaw fast.