You continue to ask how I am.
I reply with, "I'm great but I'm freezing, as always."
And lately, your response has been, "If I was there with you, I would make you a lot warmer."
The physical warmth that you could give me does not compare to the emotional warmth that stirs inside of me when seeing you.
The instant smiling.
The comfortable silence.
The frequent blushing.
The warmth has been carried around, just not to the skin yet.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoetryI'm not the best writer, but I like to write an awful lot. Just a couple of poems that I wrote, nothing special.
