wait for it

she says i’m warm

yet i feel 

cold

distant

i feel space,

the seconds 

and severed flesh

that separates 

me from myself.

how can i be warm

how can i be excited

filled with that 

joyous loving 

how can i be close when 

i feel

distant

when i feel cold

when my mind 

is a feat and fight

to command 

and my body moves

without me.

what part is me

what part is warm?

if to be warm is to be 

separate from myself,

and if she is cold,

then i’ll break myself apart

for her

let her reside

in the caverns 

of my ribs

let her curl 

next to my heart

and warm her hands

while i fight

my way down

to join her