Warmth

That thing we have pursued

since we held each other tight

In the dense and dusky darkness

Of a prehistoric night.

Warmth.

My dear,

It's all I ask you do

When I give you my embrace

you will hold me tightly, too.

That flickering,

sputtering,

fluttering flame

that thing which we all wish to tame

but none can subdue.

The warmth of embrace,

of comfort,

of soon.

The warmth of a chill breeze

on a fall afternoon

These things fill my heart,

give me strength,

heal my soul.

Crimson leaves,

painted trees,

tones of yellow and gold.

The softness of a summer night,

the thunder and the rain.

The comfort of a blanket

removes my fear and pain.

A simple pleasure,

so hard to measure,

a book

a song

a kiss.

These are the things that bring me warmth,

so subtle--

yet impossible to miss.