homeothermal

fire places can war more than feet.
cold hearts, apart,
breathe transparent exhaust
that they emanate.
they pollenate those withered bits
with the love of creation.
they soar when needed to
spread the wings,
deeply folded in every
weary introvert and
exhausted extrovert.

they take passion
and show it in a physical exertion
the same way bodies try,
sometimes failing.
they melt notions of
sustainability
in every worthy log lapped up in flame.

fireplaces can warm more than feet.
frozen people, though,
can’t be resuscitated.
that only requires time.