I am no halfway-human,
So wear gloves to touch me
If you are not yet acclimated.
My muscles glow red-orange
And sizzle through ice and snow
To keep you warm and dry,
To get you hotter than clothes can stand,
Until your tears wisp into steam
And my sauna persona
Releases the strain in your body.
Warm yourself on me.
Take your shelter in me:
My fires keep the dangers at bay.
I will burn brightly each night
So you can make me out on the horizon
When your work takes you out until dark.
I will be your beacon,
I will be your welcoming,
I will be your home.
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