Poem: Furnace

by Janice Lee

On cold nights
when we are too tired
to exercise
in bed,
I press myself close to
your back
a furnace
curved and soft
lit by the pilot light
in your chest.

The caffeine in my too late
green tea means
I will be awake yet.
the heat from your furnace-back
passing into my chest
assures me
I will be kept warm
until it’s time
for our morning run.