winter solstice

my feet are freezing
but it's not the bite of winter
that makes them chill
it's something else
that is missing inside of me
that doesn't allow
life to flow joyously
all the way down
to the tips of my toes
without wondering
if another pair of socks
might have kept them warmer
but fortunately I realize
that it has nothing to do
with the socks
it is by nature
that I am hot blooded
and so I will let go
of the imagination
that the whole of me
does not feel your heat
and to forever, I say
I will try
to get there day by day
building dreams
that even in death
will not part