Out there the storm bawls on,
Thunder rolls and stamps its feet,
Wet limbs lashing wild,
Fat teardrops smatter down.
Weary traveller, step inside,
Dissolve into my ample warmth,
Exhale deep into the armchair,
Let your woes seep out into my fabric.
Let comfort choke you tenderly,
A soft scarf twice wound.
Rub your skin against the grain,
Of my soft embroidered flesh.
My original work. December 2016.