Warm and welcoming was the paper to the fire

Warm and welcoming was cloth to a moth

Warm and welcoming was the house to the poor

Warm and welcoming was the fireplace to the dog

Warm and welcoming was Your heart when you offered it to Me.

Deep gray clouds watch from above

Thick red licorice pout with confussion

Black ravens rest, wings spread on top of pale round clay

All prefect, all unique, all him

With each thundering rain drop, my chest tightens.  Breathing felt like such a bother that I just wanted to stop, but he wouldn’t let me.

With each blast of wind, my skin tingles and crawls.  Holding on had never felt so important till he came.

With each flash of light, my mind blurs.  Sight had never been so valuable.  Black, white, his lips were all I could see.

With each intake of breath, my heart pounds harder.  His strong hands kept me from pulling it out and handing it to him.