I love the way your words cuuurl up

Around your front teeth

Like a cat’s tail...

Or a breath of cool morning air that

floats up to fill the space

Before finally getting spat out.

And I love the pacing of your sentences

Well… I mean…

Like a ball of crumpled newspaper

Difficult, crunched up and kicked around

Burning and cracking like it was

Lit… on fire

Your warmth does not fade quickly

like that of a electric blanket

Or a coffee pot

Your spirit lingers like an oven door

left open on a summer day

Waves visible and radiatingggg…

Through the air.