leave me a smilejust warm enough…to spend a milliongolden afternoons in.
Only tears can hear the sound of pain when warm blood reddens discolored stain
Your embrace feels like slipping the key in the front door.
all the wordsall the poems know my warm, soft spots.
The sex with Mandy was good, but it wasn’t like warm apple pie.
some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.
Tea is just an excuse.i am drinking this sunset, this evening.and you.