Summer 2001
Catch the heat that plays at perforating the air
And warms me as the winter wraps around me,
Clinging to the grate like me,
In hopes of meeting spring?
If I can't see the source,
Still I can feel the product.
Let me feel the you-ness through the vent
And bottle it inside,
So when I again confront the cold
Unsheltered by your heat,
I can grasp unflinchingly at winter,
Even as I stand alone,
Warm, inspired, summer-sweet,
And bottled full of you.
