made like a Portuguese posada, a charming hum,
ceramic lining cradles the steady warmth, so thermal wavey,
so simple and decent, rounded arena as fond of the feet as of the head,
as hard to leave as an array of tapas by fountain tiled in peacock blue....
come, little heater, stay beside me,
slavish to democracy, determined to love the one you're with,
preferred over the iPad, 'cuz some you date and some you mate.
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