I Am Cold-Blooded... Poem by John Tansey

I am Cold-Blooded

I am cold-blooded.
No heat of my own;
Like a lizard, burrowing
Into the desert sand
At sundown
When the temperature drops below freezing;

Or the lifeless moon.
Its lack of any molten core.
Just a cold, wasteland
Cast in shadow.

It is the bodily warmth of another
I need to survive.
Like a flower with photosynthesis,

To thrive, alive in the sunlight of a lover…


(10.1.7)