please keep my feet warm

he touches with fire
then disappears
and I turn into ash
so far from the flame
that first sparked his interest
and ignited the fire we set up
on this bed.
but it isn’t enough.
to have all that heat
with none of the
it’s not enough
to have both his hands
but none of
his heart.

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