He was the warmest man i ever

He Was The Warmest Man I Ever Met.
Physically. And Emotionlly.
The Kind Of Warm That Never Burns.
He Was Much Older Than Me,
But Who Would Reject An Out-Of-Date
Heater That Worked Better Than The
New Ones? Especially In A Cold Winter.
I’m Not Talking About An Electric Blanket.
Closer To A Potbellied Stove.
We Were Both Teachers At A Remote
Indian Reservation School At The Time.
I Swear That Wherever He Walked
In The Snow, Even Deep Snow, Melted
Puddles Of Water Trailed After Him.
I Never Wanted Him To Stop Holding Me.
He Said My Femininity Ignited His Fuse.
You Are Probably Having The Usual
Fantasies About Intimate Relations,
And There Was That-A Furnace At Times.
But A Volcano Can Only Erupt For So Long.
More Important Was His, And Our,
Constant Warmth Together, Before And After.
And Though We Eventually Had To Part,
He For Alaska, Where I’m Sure He Will Be
Appreciated, I Can Still Conjure A Glow
Of Warmth Around Me When I Think Of Him