Blankets and Mints
When I sleep in your arms
It's like being wrapped up
In a heavy, soft blanket
That is still warm from the dryer.
When I kiss you
I get that fresh, open-air feeling
Of that tingling, cold breath
That one gets after eating a mint.
But you left,
So, I grab a warm blanket from the dryer,
Pop a mint into my mouth.
And all is quite well with the world again.