these early days

warm
gold flecked warm irises
from center of his sweet heart
this sweetheart
called
man from the song
is
warm
his words flowing into my mouth
i already
feel
warm
kisses from his
head
he says;
"can we walk...?
your
heart is yours to keep
as long as
you let me sleep...
inside your womb
hide inside your hand..
be
warm"
and
i
slip hand into
backpocket of his
faded jeans
and i
walk with him
and my
tiny palm against
his
firm buttocks feels...
warm.