I Am The Blanket That Moves Poem by david lessard

I am the blanket that moves,
and covers your every part;
I am the cover that shields,
Your anxious and trembling heart.

I am the robe that shelters,
your body from the cold;
I am the warmth of summer,
If I may speak so bold.

I am the blanket that moves,
to your each and every quim;
I am the sheet's that there,
When the lights begin to dim.

I am the blanket that loves you,
and caters to all of your needs;
The fire you cannot put out,
The fire upon which you feed.

I am the want of comfort,
For all of your earthly care;
I will be there each night,
For your body alone to share.