Invitation

Love, the mist
chills this morning.

The season turns;
the cold returns.

How I miss the warmth
of your nearness.

Come to me.

Spark a fire in my arms.

We will burn together,
slowly melting
one into the other.

Consume me until,
reduced to embers
and ashes,
our flesh becomes
one mingled jumble
of spent desire.

Then, love,
we will rest
and glow,
snug against
this raw morning,
together.

Two bodies;
two hearts;
one being.
- mce