He told me all the critters die
in these months
I laughed in his face
For they survive
Just as we
Creating heaters with thoughts of sunshine , we drag on
We burrow and get fat
Please still love me when I'm fat
Even if I can't
I need your hand in mine,
The effects force the heat up and down my spine
but I,
Lacking  sunshine, craving your touch
provided proofs of the winter months
and solved this knowing what all others know,
that each year biologically searching for that other soul
We run wild and naked at sights of snow, distraught at the thought
We haven't found that hand to hold

coffee needs a warm mate of more coffee
a solution unto itself
but me I need to kiss your shapely lips softly,
your acid to my base would force a reaction to an accepting fate;
nothingness of what was me,
we leave enough warmth to keep critters breathe above their homes in hade's house
that's the only reason I'd give in, anyway, so as to save a wee mouse.


© 2015 Kate Volk