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::Perhaps I'll Come Together::
*Flick* The spark set loose
by a thin stick of birch
between your fingers,
I watch it arc out of the pit,
a passing glow on the lens
of your eye.

We both laugh softly
as the soot melds
against our clothes.

When the embers begin to die,
I thumb a sprig of water
from the hose onto the fire.
I light your way inside,
with the flashlight cutting
through curling plumes of smoke.

Roxanne darts back and forth
at the door, watching
us approach, raising her ears.

I sit on a pillow, and you have
the electric blanket around
your toes. I can't stop playing
with my hair and being funny
just to see you smile. This is
the point where you change.

Your head leans back and your hair
falls over the couch, your skin glows,
your eyes dance a way I'll never forget.