A summer fire; A lover’s embrace.

How I long to be a lover’s embrace

On a summer evening

When my bare skin is cool

And raised

But warmed by the fire of your touch

On a summer evening

When two hearts become one

And beat together

Fetal clothes of nothing

Can think of nothing but night’s

Gentle magic

Betwixt

In a way

You are a certain campfire

At night

Waking the darkness that surrounds us

Intimate vulnerability

Protecting our inner shadow

Assuring our safety as we pass

Into another cold winter.

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