A terrible wind
Is blowing through
The house again tonight.
I’m lucky to
Have got on my
Moccasins for extra warmth.
And if I am
Of my right mind
I’ll surely bring out my socks
To keep my toes
And this empty bed
Warm throughout tonight.
Tag: warmth
Snake (day 1258)
Snake is curling round and round
And I keep wondering how you sound,
Silent, slither, snake your mind
Nether regions of my spine.
But not here, master, it is not safe.
Your warmth is tingling but cannot stay.
My eyes they roll, they say I prey;
Today I run and snake away.
You are my habit, you are my warmth,
You are the curling round and round.
Little thing that wiles and worms,
I wish more moments just to play.
Plight (day 1135)
I lost my brother who shared my hat
And my sister who carried my coat
So I was left under the oak
Hoping the canopy would be my warmth.
But little did I know from behind the cedar
They were giggling and watching my plight.
Your Love (day 1114)
By my side
It is warmth
From your presence
The Seasons (day 605)
And fantasy breaks over the ice like award winning actors
Carefully floating its sadness into the cracks of the frost
Sculpting majestic kingdoms for antique traveling
Who walks away with the prize when all soldiers cry?
Dim spots of light fill the sadness over the meadow
While blood nourishes the fresh roots finding the new morning
For then, after one evening of bonfires and dancing
The heavens broke open and spilled out eternity
Laughing out loud as if pricked by cupid himself
As dances all came to a finale and bow
The feelings rustled down in orange and red leaves
With freshly cut pine keeping warmth in the fire
Tropical Desire (day 555)
Sunset floods over my reclined body
Memories flutter through my brain
Longing and romancing and warming my soul
Like rum on rocks filling my belly
On this tropical evening date
Desire spreads ’round me in audible sounds
Round and round, swirling deep
People look, people stare
It’s not the sun, no
It’s desire pulsating through and out
It’s eruptions calling out: loud
In this spot warmth never leaves me
Rum never stops filling me
Longing all over me caresses the tropical sun
And puts me into familiar arms of desire
That deliver me to float on
Ladies of the Night (day 521)
Standing naked amongst ladies of the night
No desire spreads between my legs
Save for deep warmth emanating from their porcelain skin
Pulsating waves at my shivering limbs
And throwing deep angles into my conscience
Collapsing all truths into forever gones
Knowing not whispers that get sent
As I turn towards the door
Looking back only at silhouettes
That shimmer in dim light
Rochette off the floor to ceiling mirrors
That grace the space where ladies of the night
Plot and seek revenge
In From The Rain (day 153)
Excuse me as I step in here a minute
Take my mind away, my load off
Shake loose this gripping cold
Retreat from this drenching wind
My, is that a copy of the paper?
Oh, it’s a very nice warmth in this room
I’ll take a tea please
If you don’t mind, a scone too please
Well, this was nice
I had a great stay
The tea was good
And the scone was as I’d hoped
But, as all good things
Must come to an end
So must I depart
And brave this dreadful weather