I want to affectionately tousle her hair
with my lips and chin and kiss, and this
is not all I want to do
but it's a start,
hearts in worlds of their own, apart
but adjacent - the universe next door
takes fire and wing, we watch the blaze
whisper, hiss, sing
as my arms, in fleece, encircle her.
our faces forward, eyes alight
the dancing fire we face breaks wood
and cracks its walls and crisps its grain
to ash, and dust, and flame
and night
tomorrow the smoke
will be on our clothes
and in her hair
the fire will be
- where?
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