warm soia my arms hanging on the concrete, rain splashing down, dripping into my eyes, body immersed in steaming water, mouth gasping for pure and cold air feeling the warmth travel where needed knowing I will always get what I need 010304 ... misstree i can always wrap myself around you and leach out the warmth 010423 ... chanaka the only time i am warm is when you are lying on me, breathing down my neck. silence my shivers, quell my quaking. just warm me. 010423 ... Soma The scent of cinnamon and coffee lazily tapers upward along an undulating tendril of steam from her mug. I know the hands that wrap around its while porcelain handle. They have traced my every valley and mountain like streaks of wildfire in winter woods. "You're always so cold" she murmurs. How puzzling I find it that for all her warmth, she's so guarded, suspicious, and closed. Warm hands, cold heart. She looks away from me as I ponder this across the table. "I don't think I'm ready to talk about it." There's a tremble visible only in the steam. I understand. The cold void between us burns regardless. She's been so long in winter. Spring will come eventually, I know. It always does. 221010 what's it to you? who go blather from