Passion-flicker pyre, Pipe the heat around us. Brace your shoulder's burdens, Burned to smithy sparkings. White-gray flakes of winter, Wilting tinder's children Scraped together, given Gimlet stares and scattered, Dusty little leavings. Lean against another Passing bottle-poison, Poise and cold forgotten. With a little winking, Wish the glass a fullness. Call the bottle closer, Clothed in sunset glimmer.
Remembering a pleasant interlude: sharing drinks, a fire, and winter with dear friends. Maybe something more, but things get fuzzy there.