Forest Cabin finishing the kindling cigarettes outside our wooden porch, we return to the warmth of our illumined log fire, waving goodbye to the dartmouth green surroundings for another two hours. our bodies huddle. we blanch as thoughts are with-drawled from our quixotic brains, that someone will destroy this visionary and whimsical moment. ...between inconsistent pauses for air, our mouths argue over dominance. we strip slowly, passionately, lustfully grasping onto each-others limbs, we aggravate in such ways the burning fire mimics- wild and free two diverse anatomies, two walking temples, two humans become balanced as a beautiful and alluring aura is brought to existence two minds. one half hour. many desires and fantasies