Once in a while, probably in weaker times,
I think about how nice it would be
to have the warmth of a woman in my life

when I write warmth, I mean the companionship
the words, the gestures, the endearments
that can bring some warmth into your heart

likened to how warmth in its true definition
can drive away the cold, like the right woman
can drive away the downsides of being alone

that feeling of how nice it would be to have
the warmth of a woman in my life doesn’t
last too long, and I make no attempts to

have a woman in my life because like a
rose has thorns, so can a relationship
that can make your heart bleed with sorrow

so I stick to my womanless, reclusive ways
writing poems, researching, gaining knowledge,
without any risks of putting my heart in jeopardy.

Bob Boyd