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.