NaMoWriPo poem #12: Just thinking here listening to my trusty space heater in the chilly spring.

Turn Ons

A drone, constant hum

Emits from the warmth or cold

That keeps me just right

To stave off winter’s icy finger

That reaches my toes

Tingling surrounded by fuzzy slippers

Yet not enough

So, I hit the button

On my black tower

To buzz away the frost

Thinking of warmer climates

How those same toes would

Be in sandals

Wriggling in hot sand

Running to the water

Relieving them from certain searing

And the sea

Splashing over them

As the wave returns

Siphoning wet solid beach

A hole sinking deeper

My toes freeze

Delighted to be