My fingers go numb with October's first frost.
Where is life?
Why does my blood not flow
from heart to fingertips?
A long distance, to be sure, but still.
Isn't that how it usually works?
Well, I can kvetch all winter long
and it won't warm up my hands.
I need a new solution.
Movement, for example.
I'll leap from the chair and bounce!
Or remain seated and flex the fingers
as I make a heart connection
I will live in my opening heart
and send live wires of sensed energy
coursing along the lines and pathways
of my body's ocean.
Or else, to bring a little warmth to my hands,
I'll steal it from my partner's heated back.
He'll never miss it,
with that fiery furnace burning in his chest.
I rest my hands, fingers spread,
on his hot skin
until his heat becomes my own.
Copyright 2013 Ann Tudor