Flames flicker and cast shadows
Heavy with longing and mystery
The chill of a spring night is swept away
On the wisps of sweet wood smoke
His profile in firelight is strong
His hand covers mine, and he squeezes gently
My fingers are warmed by his
Interlaced on his knee
We sit in silence
With shared glances and delicate caresses
We do not need words tonight
Our language is our love
Darkness quietly washes away the light
Of our warm May Sunday
Stars shimmer in the inky night sky
My hand covers his as we watch the fire fade
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