Heat

Some, for fear of the furnace,
Deny the fire itsĀ heat; and then,
Alone, benumbed fingers untouched, unwarmed,
Marvel in frigid retreat. But I

Long to feel the wicked flame
Licking
My naked face; pin-pricks
White-hot, painfulĀ the embrace,
More painful still the absence that
Fools the heart to sleep. Drink

Deep.