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

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