Warmth

Oh how I hate the cold

The bitter morning

Leaving the covers a sufferance

As I scoot to the bathroom

Stubbing my toe

Silently cursing to myself

As I close the door behind

I can see my breath

Taking off my cheap pyjamas

Exposing my naked skin

It must be below freezing

Turning the four pronged tap

Hoping to myself

The water piercing

As is flows off my fingertips

And I wait

Anticipating warmth

Almost begging for it

With both hands in a prayer

Please let me have warmth