Kindling


I’m still
sleepy this
morning
the smell
of you
hangs
like netting
above the bed
our room is
littered
with light
closing curtains
will bathe us
in darkness
our nakedness
draws chills
even your arms
can’t blanket
the tickling air
you pull me atop
you like a blanket
hoping my weight
will warm you but
its the heat
of my heart that
strikes
the kindling of our
limbs