I'm cold:
My teeth are chattering
And goosebumps cover my bare arms,
So hold me close
In the cocoon-like warmth of your arms.
Chase the chill away
With your shaman-like voice
And sooth my frozen nerves
And melt my uptight, frigid insides.
The cold is deep-rooted right to my soul.
Blankets and hot soup,
I have tried;
Yet, nothing works
Against this perennial cold;
Nothing, except your
Inviting presence
That reminds me of home.