Warm

I peel my clothing off, and let it drop to the floor.
The room is cold, and I shiver, with the chill and the anticipation of the tub.
All I want is to be warm.
I step in and sigh as the water envelops me like a blanket.
I tie my hair up so it won't get wet, and grab my book.
I soon tire of it, and lay back enjoying the water.
Soon the water cools, and I turn the facet as hot as it will go.
I put my hands under the water, enduring the heat as long as I can.
All I want is to be warm.
Staring at my hands under the water, it seems they turn blood red.
It doesn't scare me, I like the thought that I could be bleeding.
I could watch the water turn red with the dye of my body.
But then I would die, and eventually would loose the heat from my body.
All I want is to be warm.
For a while I just lie there, enjoying the heat, reveling it in it.
But soon, it again gets cold, and I pull the plug out.
All I want is to be warm.
I sit in the tub, my skin slowly chilling as the water drains.
The water is gone now, I have no choice, I get out of the tub.
The air is cold, I shiver as I dry off, and dress for bed.
All I want is to be warm.
I step out of the bathroom, in to the hallway, and down to my room.
Turning off the light, and turning the heater on high, I crawl into bed.
All I want is to be warm.
I try not to cry, it's been hard these days, all alone, and cold.
All I want is to be warm.
I've missed the feeling of a body next to mine, of the heat.
All I want is to be warm.
I roll over and wait for the radiator to kick in.
All I want is to be warm, I think as I drift off, all I want is to be... warm...