wordwarm

 
O make me a housecoat of language -
 there I shall languish
in plush punctuation
and the warmth of words

and waste what wasn't
a thing to be wasted,
a commodity at all.
Evening after evening
after sunset
and beside snoring fires,
you will find me
huddled,
listening.

Make me a robe of rhymes
to cozy my shoulders;
I lie unafraid of time
with my powerful legs folded

by the heat
I kindled
without permission,
content.