Red wine warms our stomachs.
The furnace ignites our bones.
In the nick of a dime,
I lost track of time.
She flings my watch into the fire,
rearranging the calendar pages,
expunging yesterday’s insecurities
as we kiss nude on the kitchen table.
The fire flickers, accentuating streaks
of her long, auburn hair.
We embrace the sting of fate
as we toss hope to the wolves,
frothing at the mouth
for a piece of your name
but mine you’ll evermore be.

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