Warmth

love is warm

warm as the embrace of the rays from the sun that gives life to this earth

warm as the blanket that protects you from the stinging cold air at night

warm as the pair of socks that separate your sensitive feet from the freezing kitchen tiles

warm as the bonfire surrounded by the people that make you forget about your problems

warm as the flushed cheeks you get from the first time you lock eyes with them

warm as the sweaty hands intertwined, one thumb rubbing across the other

warm as the locked lips with closed eyes and slow breathing

but love should never get too hot

hot as the remaining burn on a face, accompanying a hand print

nor should it get too cold

cold as the numbness on your fingertips you feel on a rainy day that seems to never end

love should stay warm

resonating within the body, within the mind, within the soul