We chase their dancing tongues
Through the crackling blaze
And fill our lungs
With golden dust
We slosh through rusty rivers
Gathering our fists full
Of sweet-scented stuff.
Till we collapse
Under a birch
Amber sparks spray over us
As we lay motionless.
A patchwork quilt
Sewn over us,
Softly driven.
Gazing through shimmering twigs,
An iridescent sky.Listen breathlessly
To the wind caught
In low branches.
We tell each other secrets
Dreaming together there.Nothing between us.
Till dusk draws clouds
Dousing the flame.
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