The warmth
Of steamed, solids turned liquid
Thaws my frostbitten throat.
My solar plexus heats
Recalibrates my needs
And diverts resources.
Coffee provides what I do not receive
From a warm body gone missing.
My core solidifies, as clay in a kiln.
If I cannot have a hand to warm mine
A mug will do.
But if I cannot have you
Liquid is a poor substitute.
Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 1:35 PM UTC
The warmth
Of steamed, solids turned liquid
Thaws my frostbitten throat.
My solar plexus heats
Recalibrates my needs
And diverts resources.
Coffee provides what I do not receive
From a warm body gone missing.
My core solidifies, as clay in a kiln.
If I cannot have a hand to warm mine
A mug will do.
But if I cannot have you
Liquid is a poor substitute.