Warm

Sometimes the very thought of you

warms me in unusual ways.

Head to toe, I feel the heat

as it rushes to my cheeks.

And I quickly realize,

there is no way to contain

this absolute and horrid feeling

of anger, coursing through my veins.

© Autumn Siders 2015

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