THIS WARMTH INSIDE

THIS WARMTH INSIDE

This warmth inside, they say it is my heart

But all this time it beat and I did never notice

Where did it hide? This glowing thing there

Where? This spreading feeling rosy red

While I'm in bed it warms me. But how

did it get in? Sometimes I grin but do not

understand, strange land of undiscovered

magnitude, I lived so long in solitude that

everything and nothing passed me by till

you that is, till you, but why does thinking

about you make me warm. Is it that you

live in my heart? And I no longer fake

the smile upon my face, the curling of

my mouth. If you live inside of me, do

I in you? Can that be true? I do?

***

Meme by Mel Leach

poem by Darren White
(with the assistance of Am Razvi)

October 8, 2016