The Heat

The Sun’s heat scalding my skin

Feels just like you.

The distance has no meaning

When you can burn me with bare memories.

And maybe sometimes;

When it’s too cold outside

I like the warmth.

I cradle it in my arms

Till I don’t need you anymore.

Maybe sometimes,

It doesn’t matter

Until the glow

Turns the evening crimson;

Calling me back with it’s effortless beauty.

Transcending into the night.