Standing in the shower
dialed to scalding,
the only time I feel warm
so cold lately, always so cold.
I’m happily lost in hot, wet embrace
warming my popsicle core
lean my head into the stream,
hands through hair
something tickles my palms.
I look at fingers cradling a tangled web of
long brown strands.
Fear’s icy knife stabs through
my warm reverie.