Warm as Heaven

It’s cold as hell, but I’m warm as heaven,

listening to you through our crossed lines, our

little memories, our little lives and little deaths,

and the messages of love along the wires.

I can’t forget your face, the glimmer in your

too-blue view, the way I feel after our lips meet.

If you’re reading this, you’ll know the truth finally.

I fell right off the tower, I dropped like a stone into

the waters of you, and I’m drowning

until you return.

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2 Responses to “Warm as Heaven”

  1. Lovely thought, warm as heaven. Nice poem. šŸ™‚

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