Warmth

Warmth is a selfish emotion
I say 
It beseeches those
happy and gay
and forfeit those who long
for its winning embrace 
Slaves of Time
Slaves of Money
Slaves of Men
have not yet found relief 
As it slips through
their fingertips
But, What is warmth?
they may ask one too often,
Isn't it the same as the shadow
and it’s messenger
the vulture lurking overhead ?
For those who confuse
the slinkering cold 
with the embrace of
the ones we love
have yet to feel the kiss of the Sun
and the flirty winds 
for its easy to mistake 
for being content for being happy
and it’s easy to feel alone 
than feel loved.
And so it’s deemed 
that its easy to mistake
Death’s embrace as the warmest 
one has known. 
And woe to those 
who feel this way,
As the warmth 
that life conceives
is much greater
than the one death can deceive