warmth

my hand seeks out with the morning light

light, lays softly across warm skin

the warmth of a slept in bed

the warmth of a bonfire in brisk fall

the warmth of bread

so fresh

butter melts into its bake

your skin is warm under my hands

skin i know better than mine

back like a book i have read too many times to need the words

encircling your waist like slipping into a bath

you are possibilities, my dear