you and me
and our cheesy
selves
twinkling as the ashes
burst out of the effervescent
bonfire
i’m wearing your
awfully
baggy
sweater and
i look like a little
marshmallow
in an old mug
of hot cocoa
you pull me into your
sturdy arms
the breeze whips through
whistling like a singsong
we’re cuddled up next
by the snug heat
of the wood burning
orange sheet
you’re holding me
around my belly
(you know how much
i hate that word)
the fire builds cityscapes
and countrysides
and warm embraces
cheeks are rosy
hearts are cozy
ashy smoky
atmosphere
burning bark
and rustic willow
leaves chattering
murmuring
in the silence
of the
frozen in time
night
i fall asleep
in your lap
so you lay me down
tenderly
and i still smell the
smoldering fire
as you put the flame
to rest
and the hazy smoke
envelops our stationary
bodies
flawlessly
appressed