It’s Warm

It’s warm like a cookie. It’s warm like a newly drawn bath. It’s warm like a bed filled with two. It’s warm like a fever on aspirin. It’s warm like a saddle in the sun. It’s warm like a bulb in the lamp. It’s warm like a bouncy house over occupancy. It’s warm like a fire in the shade. It’s warm like a masterpiece in the kiln. It’s warm like a satellite on re-entry. It’s warm like a corpse during cremation. It’s warm like a turner elevator. It’s warm like a sun during menopause. It’s warm where we are.