Come home; it’s warm here

It’s simple
heat radiates from an old boiler
bath water
carefully drawn
instinctual faith
the steady sound of waiting

wind grinds
teeth churn
spider fingers crawl
crack, fracture
seconds splay out
skin over a swollen abdomen

wind screams at the night
and the answer is always the same:
you’re not in control
forces brewed
by explosions, erosion, evolution, time

tiny stitches
in soft fabric
minutes hang in the air
heavy and sweet
heart drum beat

here in the center
of a human body
there is this warmth.