There are ponds
In the valleys
Off of which
Steam floats in summer
The way steam floats
From your lips in winter.

There are mountains
Above valleys
Beneath which
There are boulders,
Strong as your shoulders.

Both make me feel small.

There’s a warmth
That wraps the valleys
And the mountains

When the sun hovers

And there’s a warmth
That wraps my bones
And my waist

When you’re beside me.