She will encircle you with her arms,
wrap her warm middle around you,
kiss you as if your life depended on it.
She will breathe in your scent deeply
because only you can make it.
She’ll touch your face for an eternity
in the blink of an eye.
When you go out in the cold
she coils the scarf
three times around your neck,
turns up your collar
and jokes about holding you forever.
She wants to wrap her loved ones
in golden fleece,
handle them with angora,
wash them in warm aloe vera.
You now, of all her chosen ones
know well that full-on love.
She cradles your head
in her chest, soft as a downy bed,
smooths back your brow
with the palm of her hand.
She brings you cheese and wine, my friend
melting away your worries,
singing almost everything turns out fine
just before it ends.