January Fires

How I would love to feed you crow
and me,
on a cold January morn’
as we splayed near a roaring fire,
sipping mimosas from belly buttons.

I tasted the deleterious rapture
of our frenzied folly, entwined 
by the hair’s breath of your kisses…
My shadow, my shape,
naked to your lustful longing.

Touch me here
where fire meets brimstone,
where our souls meet to conjure life;
to know your form inside
my mind, to see
your heart’s palpable gift….

Help me mingle
our flavours of love.

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