Fire

The logs collapse,
a sudden noise breaking
the silence,sparks scroll upwards.
I lean back against him,
spine to his ribs,
and he wraps me,
chin on my shoulder as if in question.

Our toes play together,
bored to be out of the loop
but his stubble against my cheek
keeps me jazzed.
Warmth within and out,
amber liquid reflecting flames
beside us and snow piling
at the window.

Cool hands slide in and up
cherishing familiar forms.
Helpless,
I sigh a recognition
of the night to come.