i am cold
my fingers shake and freeze
but
your fingers burn and sizzle
you are warm
and
when your fingers caress mine
i am red
red in the face
and
inside my skin
and
in the organs that fill me
but
do i like the burn?
the heat?
the fire?
or am i just too cold to remember
what warmth
really
is?
YOU ARE READING
the poems from the heart.
Poetryi write from the heart, words spill out as i type mindlessly, i love to write, and if you're like me, or even not at all. enjoy the words i share, and find love in mine.
