connotations
warm
like your chest beneath my hand
like a sunny stretch of sand
like the brightly burning embers
on a late night in September

cold
like waking from a dream
like the waters of the stream
like being all alone
and no one calling on the phone

soft
like your worn and tired shirt
like the reason I got hurt
like the comfort of a friend
like the kindness that you send

hard
like the rocks I fell upon
like the knowledge that has dawned
like putting thoughts in writing
like stopping all the fighting

TMK 10.06.2005