GET A GRIP

IT'S ALL IN THE GRIP,
NOT OF A GOLF CLUB,
OR HANDLEBARS,
OR A STEERING WHEEL,
OR ON A LOOSE FEELING,
BUT OF WHAT MY
PERPETUALLY PERPLEXING,
PRE-75 DEGREES,
COOL, HANDS CRAVE -
THE RIGID, RIDGED,
DEPENDABLE, OLD-FASHIONED
WATER-FILLED RADIATOR.
DISREGARDING HIS GURGLES
APPRECIATING HIS PRESENCE,
SOAKING UP HIS WARMTH
THROUGH PALM AND FINGERTIPS.
WRAPPING AND CARESSING,
GRIPPING AND GRIPPING,
I CAN GET, "NO NEARER MY GOD TO THEE."