Without the Warmth of Our Hearts to Keep Us Alive

Smoking cigarettes,

arms on a chest,

to keep warm;

cherry on lips,

my teeth in a storm.

 

Like a dog under a porch,

in winter:

broken legs kicking sparks,

to warm: no flame owns it,

not like the heat of another.

 

It’s like the warmth left between us:

of  no real consequence.

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