it's a slow
fire,
the soft burn
of wood and twigs,
all that we
have gathered
and placed
into a pile
to stay warm.
that
keeps us going,
keeps
us alive
and gets us
through the night.
your kisses
are like
that too. it's time
for more.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
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