cold hands warm heart
or so the old adage goes
as I work off the chill
like a boy scout
rubbing as hard
and long as I can
until my fingers burn
the deeper they go
the hotter they get
so I boil inside and out
my life timed to
the rapid beat of my heart
and the rise of
temperature
as I fill in all those soft places
until I come to that
spot that is hard
and scalding
proving that it doesn't take two sticks
to make a fire
just one stick in right place
and rubbed raw
rubbing until my
fingers thaw
deep inside where
softness swells
and I rub that spot
until it gets rigid
and we both ignite
warm
hot scolding fingers
and of course you
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