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.