In miles I'm home, Where things I'd prized, stacked pegs and wire that I'd called mine. Who knew I was so blue at age 5, Standing tall among the vines of a small tinted window. I remember the nose of a donkey I knew when I was a girl wanting to warm the noses of donkeys. I remember the wools and the Wetnesses, and his long jowl under my arm. I remember the cross across his back, black, And thinking oh that's where that comes from. I loved him for coldness of noses, willingness to be warmed. I loved him for the purpose he gave me, willingness to be loved. I loved him for coldness of noses, willingness to be warmed. If I am warm, let me warm you. If I am willing, let me do. I am warm, I'll warm you.