07-27-2014, 01:09 PM
Smoldering Logs
She shoved him down into a foldable chair
and began to kiss him impatiently.
The taste of Big Red mixed with Virginia Slim
reminded him of the first time
he wanted his love to mirror a petering bonfire;
momentary, illuminating and slight.
Closed eyes, the midst of midnight affection,
her tongue ring thriving like a silver totem,
grounding him in his boots, erasing the urge to walk away;
an extinguishing slip into the present.
Brittle black logs smolder through the night.
In the morning, there is nothing
but a pile of ash and orange filters.
She shoved him down into a foldable chair
and began to kiss him impatiently.
The taste of Big Red mixed with Virginia Slim
reminded him of the first time
he wanted his love to mirror a petering bonfire;
momentary, illuminating and slight.
Closed eyes, the midst of midnight affection,
her tongue ring thriving like a silver totem,
grounding him in his boots, erasing the urge to walk away;
an extinguishing slip into the present.
Brittle black logs smolder through the night.
In the morning, there is nothing
but a pile of ash and orange filters.