My heart is a down blanket in a fur coat in a leather jacket on a motorcycle riding through snow.

That cave is imaginary.

You are welcome in it any time.

I would like to keep your face warm when you are cold, and your hands, and toes, and heart.

My warming service is free, but it isn't a non-profit. Thank you for feeding my care with your bad breath. Your presence will make the cave bigger, more baroque, smokier with a fire.

I love you.

Don't get too carried away.

You won't, though.

I would like to carry you away.

I won't, though.