Fire
By Amy Fortuna

Last night, beloved,
For once our bedplay
Was not disturbed
By the odd inquisitive fox.

"Satin sheets are too fine
For us, forest lovers,"
I laughed as you took my hand.
"I miss your face
In the light of the fire,"
You said, and pulled me across the room.

We made love in bearskin
On the hearth, smiling
At our foolish fiery desire.

As we lay together after
Drowsing in the soft flicker
I knew our love was like a fire
Precious heat and highest danger.
Oh, let me hold you close again
My dark-eyed brand
I the wood, you the flame
And together we warm the world.

END