The thought of you away
is driving me insane
Weeks without you
my heart burns like a furnace
like December 14th near a wood stove
catching glances, biting lips
sneak out the door

Up against pine, my hands in your hair
don’t ever leave
don’t ever take your perfect hands off me
the kind of passion that starts wars
heat, from your breath slipping out like smoke
and the air is so cold but you are
searing a brand on my lips that says “stay”
I am lost in your energy and I won’t find my way out
until my heart finds a way in
It's trying to burn its way out of my chest
to be closer to you.