Conversations with you: Stay


I want you to show up at my front door soaking wet.

I want you to lose your breath, your voice, your ability to do anything but stand, looking at me, looking at you.

I want to run you a hot shower, dress you in warm pajamas, fill you with hot cocoa and my presence.

I want you to lie on my couch with head back looking at my artwork and memories, while tucked pleasantly into a blanket that smells like home.

With every thought I wish for you this way.

Stay.

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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