Warm Within Poem by Naveed Akram

You keep me warm within, like a dove of mirth,
Clapping the wings as flight meets the fingers,
Teaching the happiness of the air with legs.

I have many more arms than you but you are
Alarmed by us all, by innards and ink and ice;
This ride of the heavens has happiness and size.

You keep me in flight along this trajectory, like me
And all my friends of fiend-ship and of alacrity;
They are like the devil and the dame of damage.

My fire is warm, so enter this land of feelings, so
Soft and angered by oil, so swift to the touch,
Like the dove of doctors and nurses and hospitals.