Heat

Some, for fear of the furnace,
Deny the fire its 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, painful the embrace,
More painful still the absence that
Fools the heart to sleep. Drink

Deep.

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