Warmth and other things

You look to me for guidance and I look to you for a lap to sit on. I want to lay the side of my face onto your palm and feel the warmth of your palm melt the harsh coldness right off of my body. I've always been fascinated by the way people's breathing aligns when they sleep together. I love the idea of being so in sync that our bodies just naturally adapt to each other's presence. Warmth means so much to me.

There are things that I envision when I'm on long trips:

A scene I would include in a film or a TV show where someone is standing on a mountaintop and there's a slow, dragging zoom towards them as they look at the camera

Playgrounds in the winter; kids with rosy cheeks and mismatched mittens and giggling fits and bodies that are always warm no matter how cold the air surrounding them is

Hot genmaicha while I'm cooped up at home

What it's going to be like in the future, even when I know I should be focusing on what's right in front of me right now

Does it hurt now? Or does it feel good? Do you feel anything at all?

How much more comfortable these boring travels would be if you were here beside me

How could I ever be cold? I'm passion reincarnate. I'm tired of being the sun, now it's your turn if you ever want to feel the tender burn of my warmth ever again. For now, I take my peace and my burning brightness back without strife because unlike other things, my warmth is real and forever.