Your smoky voice
tangles in my hair,
scatters ashes
across my shoulders.
My lashes settle closed
against the heat,
the burn of embers on
my waist when
you rest your hands
on me.
Sparks race
across your pale
skin,
and your hair -
that fire, warmth,
where I long to
bury my chilled
fingers -
dances when you move.
A kiss
a flame as small
and