I speak nothing
For secrets in
My silence
Have said much.
Our hands nuzzle
Worn ridges
Against fresh silk
Your thumb stroking symphonies
Against my cocoon flesh.
In the darkness
I burn and
Pledge you smolder too.
I drink your scent
As my lips skirmish the velvet
Of your neck,
When I burrow deep on
Hunt for fire against
Ice calculations
Of insomniac nights.
I blame you
For this brilliant inferno
Dancing merrily atop
Stone walls and supple flesh.
Ice Queen hearts feeble
Beside soldier prowess,
Aged in vain
For a ginger devotion
Blazed and weaved,
In silence, given.
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