When I seek heat (draft)

I'm so cold

yet I'm never as bold

as to ask

for your warm hand.


I yearn for heat

and yet can't beat

that one task;

too salient to land

on an action.


I wake up on the risen sun

nose red as it runs.

Shaking, I rush to the washroom

to allow hot water to turn my hands 

as red as my nose.


There is the heat I was looking for.



18 years old

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