We settle easily in a camp by the river
Our voices crackled and sparked
like the fire, sending up comets of laughter
or dropping into dim and solemn intimacy
What do we do when we cannot sleep together?
How do I show you I love you?
Prevented by the injury to hearts that once
beat in our own breasts, and by sullen
knowing that the desire for that is trust
in tissue paper scenery, here by the fire
where the world is more mysterious, somewhere
in the cauldron of coals at the center of the night.
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