love #3: equinox

Our nights are getting longer.
In his parents’ house
fingers scuttle over my skin
quick and quiet as lizards.
I stretch against the bed
bite my knuckles like a bridle
and clamp down on ecstasy.

(later)
I cradle his warmth
in a place of worship
this temple of many gods.

(later still)
Made from fire and earth
we are flesh enough
to withstand the winter
our bodies conjoined and gasping.