TINDER

 
I’m tinder in a pile
I’m a cinder in a while
I’m flame
 
She’s imposed inside her birch
A touch of her skin my flame will lurch
Into comfort and heat
 
I’m getting hotter
When sticks are without water
Or torrential rain
 
She’ll silhouette my love
As her fingers rise above
My fire at her feet
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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