what i did this afternoon

And so cold is my skin,
That the afternoon breeze outside feels like winter.
And me with my purple nails,
Clutch onto my sheets,
Red and yellow they seem this afternoon.
I clutch onto my Colourful sheets
My fingers somewhere in its abandoned frenzy
Has whipped up a cupful of bliss,
And I hold onto my sheets,
for
Bliss in the afternoon
always throws me off balance.