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i moved the computer into the living room
where the fireplace is
where the flames now flicker
as i throw you heat with a poem
as the fan warms me
like thoughts of you
now every thought like
your burning finger tips
against my check can
put on a hula skirt
of gas flames
and every moment
watching the snow out
the sliding glass doors
can be succulent as
sipping beer with you
and your imagined kisses
can be all of the above
