abrade

i was chilled; absinthe made me warm (this was well after the wombwarmth, only hours after being close to another womb, knocking on the door with my tongue, ambibalent about getting back in); i was growing a beard to warm my pocks and scars; warmth abrades softness; warmth warns the womb of a hesitant returner; warmth is a war; warmth is a whore demanding lifelong monthly installment plans; Warm War: i'd shave my beard for you, but you'd just call yourself something else entirely next election cycle