Smell of burning wood. Candles lit.
Chair by the fireplace.
Wine.
I love fire.

Long strands of hair stuck to skin
Warm with passion long given
In to. All this sweat; each drop
A fireman of the flesh.

I love fire. Grandmothers forming
A circle around the young ones,
Shaking old heads at uniforms
And tanks holding

Their fire.
I love fire. Tears of pure female
Joy, freed from a heart in final relief.
*I've never loved or been loved
Like this before...

I love your fire.